by Judith Felsen


My Love, You made for me a garden

filled with care and sown with grace.

Your seedlings flourish,

offerings of life and sustenance.

Each shining leaf extends a blessing

from Your heart to mine,

delicious kisses placed upon my lips,

digested gratefully with prayer.

There is no source but You and through

Your garden light does grow.

Unseen and present yet,

Your harvest makes me one with You.

For this and so much more,

My Gardener, I am daily grateful.

 

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Judith Felsen, Ph.D. Clinical Psychologist, has been in practice offering workshops, teaching, consulting and treatment for over four decades. She is a hiker, dancer, poet, board member of BHC, Mt. Washington Valley Chavurah, Neskaya, and volunteer for the Appalachian Mountain Club. She holds certificates in hypnosis, NLP, Eriksonian hypnosis, sacred plant medicine, shamanism, and is currently enrolled in RSI (an independent rabbinic study program) and studying the religion of her birth, Judaism.

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