Jewish Prayers From the Heart and Pen of Alden Solovy

Life as a Garden

japanese_garden_royal_roads_university_british_columbiaThis is a metaphor with the intention of prayer, calling each of us to have a certain humility for ourselves and the world, tending even the most mundane details of our lives with a sense of awe and compassion. It’s from a set of prayers with a common structure, including: “Life as a Banquet,” “Life as a Ceremony” and “Life as a Symphony.” All of these prayers will appear in my forthcoming book, Jewish Prayers of Hope and Healing. To listen along, click on the triangle in the bar below.

Life as a Garden
G-d of majestic moments,
Source of splendor,
Creator of radiance,
Divine light of renewal and joy,
My knowledge has its limits,
My insights are fleeting,
My wisdom emanates from an ancient font of holiness and wonder.
What I witness and what I comprehend are blessings and gifts.

Heavenly hand of possibilities and potential,
Artist of all creation,
Grant me the dignity to live my life as a garden,
Planting moments of kindness and grace,
Gently removing the thorns and bramble,
Nourishing each new blessing with the light of love and peace.
You who bring awareness and understanding,
Guide me with purpose,
Teach me with patience,
Show me the gentle path,
So that I live a life of commitment and devotion,
In celebration of Your creation.

Blessed are You, Adonai our G-d,
G-d of life, Author of beauty and grandeur.

© 2010 Alden Solovy and All rights reserved.

Postscript: For an overview of the structure of the prayers in this series, see “Life as a Ceremony.” See also: “Life as a Symphony” and “Life as a Banquet.”

For usage guidelines and reprint permissions, see “Share the Prayer!” For notices of new prayers, please subscribe. Connect with To Bend Light on Facebook and on Twitter.

Photo credit: The Way of Beauty


2 Responses to “Life as a Garden”

  1. ellen

    this is the poem that comes to my mind when i think of a prayer about gardens and life. it hangs in my kitchen on a ragtag piece of paper. i hope it feels prayerful to you.

    The Gardeners
    Jack Ridl

    In the spring she
    drops the seeds, he
    covers them. He
    digs up the weeds.
    She cuts the flowers.
    She takes the blooms
    and puts them in
    every room. They soar
    red from the tables, sprout
    yellow from the shelves,
    hang purple from
    the ceiling, blue
    from the edges of
    lampshades. Clusters
    of flowers sit in
    tiny pots on every
    windowsill, in open
    cupboards, behind
    the sink. He stands
    beside her as she tosses
    all the wilted leaves
    into a rusty bucket.
    This house is heaven’s
    door, the air gathering
    the bashful smells of
    blossoms, roots, cut
    stems, wet dirt, new
    and rotting leaves.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Basic HTML is allowed. Your email address will not be published.

Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS

%d bloggers like this: