Garden Companion
Garden Companion
The open face of a flower, reveals
sunlight in your own unfolding
within, warmed to rising,
expanding, heart, mind, and hand.
Rich light reflected thaws
grip of cold, dissolves
shuddering night, lifts psalms
to trinity, color to form,
hope to promises broken,
design to deity, holy reflecting
holy mirror, swelling silent song
to source, color to palette,
canvas to brush beggar's hand
made Master's stroke and
all that I am shines in praise,
radiating All That Is
and All That Will Be,
for love, light, and healing,
for tending and nurturing,
for grace embracing you and me.
Walk with me through the night,
hands free to hold and pray,
for starlight, for solid ground
in a world lost, feeling found
under layers of decay.
By day would you share
stories, songs and prayers,
that tell how loss, winter,
and death feel like the end
of anything mattering again
until All That Is defeats the frozen
rising in crimson flora flame,
blazing yellow, victorious violet,
a color guard for spring's parade.
If you walk with me
and carry the tune,
I'll pretend I know
where I'm going
and make up the words
but I'll also help you
remember when you might forget
that neither winter or spring,
not height nor depth,
not even life or death,
nor any power from here,
below, or above
can separate us
from the Love that gave us
Itself, each other, and ourselves;
the Us of us and the We of me,
the spirit rising when we feel weak,
the foundation, terra firma
beneath rumbling ground.
Remember peace is a current
to lead, speak and direct,
caught in traffic, children in tow,
in a courtroom, or a hospice bed,
it's the same voice of creation
that spoke Eden into being,
and the name of Lazarus
to the dead,
and heard Its' own voice answer
the question asked in despair,
"No, I've not forsaken You,"
every resurrection says,
"Rise in worth, position,
and in healing
that forgiveness,
given and received,
brings;
Rise in abundance,
Enough, to share but not store.
Love is what you are
and love is everything.
How could you be more?"
This could be repetitive
but is it clear, that 'more'
isn't what we need,
even when it comes to faith?
What's needed is still:
willingness and the Word.
The mustard seed of belief
needed for soil overgrown
is the same as for barren sand.
The same small measure of faith
needed for a 4-H garden
is the same needed
for the whole promised land.
The pinhead speck of faith
that softens hearts to grow
is the same that brings the rain.
The peace that stills the storm
can also calm our minds
and ease our heart's pain
when winter is long,
when habits persist,
when shadows are the norm,
when hope feels low,
and doubt is strong,
and letting go feels
like falling through,
when being scared is old
and trust brand new,
when we depend on fear
but faith is suspect,
even then, it's true,
we are as close
to connection and communion
as we are to our own hearts,
to our own willingness
to pause, to quiet our minds,
to listen in reverence,
to lay down what we hold
and nestle into What holds us,
to rest in reliance on the ancient
of days gone by in gardens
where healing waters flow
and flowers damp with
mercys' dew
rise warmed by love
we absorb, confident
of the only Truth I know,
that I am the beloved
and so are you
and there are no mysteries
in the Truth made plain,
only resistance
to a message of surrender
when we're convinced
control, not cultivation,
is the way.
-pdk
5/7/24
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