A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere
I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed
Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won
Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me
Join me in this journey back
Hike this grandest path
Yoke again the insight
Of all the universe
Nevermind the cancer
Of grasping and regret
Shame yourself no more
For yesterday was young
Recollect the way you walked
Tending garden business
Buffet again at tables
Filled with faithfulness
Be aware of why and how
To cultivate good truth
Never let the stranger speak
Of technicality
May someone cause you
The calmest touch
May someone draw you
The deeper still
May someone hear you
The never before
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