Passion, Faith, Hope

A garden grows within the soul of woman and man, young & old, Some seeds are planted before you are born, Some are sown along as you grow, Multiform, yet uniform within the soil, Until we our attention give to all, or some, And choosing which to water, enrich with sun, Well, there's the rub, for good or bad, they are all ours, Ours to keep and foster, whether anger, pride, or sorrow—Terrible in their consequence, yet beautiful nonetheless,—or passion, faith, and hope—Beauty in these blooms as a different sort: For these flowering blessings seek not to selfishly outshine but illuminate and beautify the entire garden growing: your life