Saturday, April 17, 2010

Garden

My wakeful heart
Is a Garden of Desires
Budding, bursting, blooming
I crave Your tender hands
The taming and the tending
The binding of bending tendrils
To the trellis of Your love
I hunger for Your quick keen blade
To prune the places found unfruitful
And for Your jealous watching
To wait and win the fruit.

2 comments:

Cheryl Klarich said...

That's beautiful. I could use The Garden as a meditation. Wonderful images to ponder. And dare I say,pray?

Anonymous said...

Yep, well, "something good" did come, didn't it?
And in your case, I don't think writing is a "luxury". It is time consuming, possibly difficult and costly; but perhaps for you writing is something to concentrate on, rather than being a luxury. And yes, my guess would be that the fallow times of not doing anything directly creative are probably needed too.

o.c. anonju