RIBBONS OF THOUGHT... I have a garden that rarely blooms And puts me in anxious searches Today morn... With grey skies and cold winds getting colder My mind God pulled to Him What would I do if He arrives today? What if He finds me lamenting on my garden, Too stooped down to notice His call? Felt it silly and priorities misplaced. I would rather have a barren field than miss my only chance to meet my creator, What do you think?