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

.....dreams....

....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

This is why

I come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on

 

To hear His voice