-------Purpose-------
A
thought moved through me
while
weeding in the carrots
That
the work we do in this world
On
the surface
above
the ground
Is
in service to something deeper,
Underneath,
that
sweetens
When
its leaves are given room to grow.
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-------Upon Me Too-------
The
righteous
laughter
of
rain on leaves
Awakens
joy
within
me
A
deep down
kind
of
healing
As
if the land
relieved
from drought
Returns
a peace
upon
me
too.
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-------Thinning-------
It is a positive thing
I feel
The process
that some call
thinning
For if love is in
the gardeners heart
And care
upon their hands
There is no such thing
as taking away
Only making
room
For something
more to grow.
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-------Scatter-------
In
the moments I feel
that
I am useless
When
my mind has got the best of me
I
find I need
just
walk around
Among
the grasses as they come to dry
With
my arms
relaxed
Thumb
and forefinger curling
Collecting
seeds
I
scatter
And
find
my
place again.
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-------Emerge-------
It
is joy to see
the
green emerge
Through
tilled,
uncovered
ground
Like
memories
of
Love's persistence
Through
the conquests
of
broken men.
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