Undormant Days

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Dear, Flower — forlorn, with hidden hue
Look at the intricacy of you!
Weeds cause our chaos, but our growth too
Seek now, the Sun, and newer views

Greetings, great Blossom —
here, you’ll grow tall
Bees and buds bring forth God’s love
When rain falls
You’re planted…in this garden, afterall

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

This City-life

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God, give us the time machine
To show us what we hope to see

The way the wool would flow and float around
Our happy ankles

When we walked free and were let be
In the Garden, there

Oh, wear and tear and fibre’s snare
Since we’ve not tak’n good, good care
To guard against the urban’s grey
The droughted field’s thirst at mid-day

Lord
Please take this pain away

You’ve said they know not what they’ve done
And we forgive them, too
Each one

With prayer and hope
And You
We
Are
Made
Anew and clean

God, You are our Time Machine

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Roguing

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Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments

Tiny poems as pollen

Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life

Roguing now, she

Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still

Dream Uncontained

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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

Blue Boy

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The wind blew him in, the one I noticed

Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush

Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden

I had seed to spare and time

There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day

Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before

Naked Again

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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

Torch

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Beauty me up, artist

Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying

Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged

Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch

Something Gardens

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A sunny day

On this, the fore-edge of Spring

It looks like something good happens here

In this, the place they renamed, “Something Gardens”

Although I see really only billboards and bungalows and bulldozed-over housing projects

And strangely, no gardens

But there is the color and promise upon everyone’s skin

The special sauce in people’s blood

So I become sure

I plan to see the Something Good that happens here -those “Something Gardens” that mean to grow

So I stay and I work

I help

I sow, that someone else may reap

I wait

And I see that I, too, grow