Wednesday, 9 July 2014

In The Garden

I come to the garden, alone.
Back to the sky.
Face to the ground.
Knees bent.
Hands grasping the undesirables
Heart hoping that the desirables will flourish.
And somewhere
Between the beet leaves

...and the beans....

I start to pray.
I pray for you
I pray for the men, the boys
The women, the girls
I pray over the joys
And I pray over the sorrows
I pray for those carefully planted, toiled over
....that they would flourish....
And I pray over those weeds
....that threaten the dreams.....

Your faces stare back at me
I think I'm seeing peonies in bloom
chickweed and thistles
Tomatoes and cucumbers
But, my heart is seeing you
As God Himself
Asks me to fall on my knees
And dig in
On your behalf
This is why
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on
To hear His voice