Cnr of Park Rd and MacMahon St, Hurstville Sundays at 9:30 am and 6:30pm
There grows between my pavers No peppermint nor thyme Nor sage, nor dill, nor parsley Things of the useful kind But wretched weeds and clover And stubborn dandelion That when I pull and bind them - A posy! Devil kind! What grows between my paver-years? I wish my vase would show Buds warm and sprigs of kindness And love’s rich overflow But O I mourn to see the weeds Of stubbornness and pride Those little ‘devil’s posies’ Unworthy of the Bride. O Lord, have mercy on this soul I grieve that it is so For better flowers I would bring And better flowers grow And how I truly long the day When carried near my breast Are no more ‘devil’s posies’ But bouquets, heaven blest. DM 30th October 2021