Garden Maintenance: A meditation

Garden Maintenance: A meditation

Faith in the land
Hope in the seed
Love in the act
And now abides these three
But the greatest of these is the act

We shall pass this way again

Our faith in those that will be loved
By the ones that we love intact
Our hope in our hands, in dirt, time
Hawthorn, Elder, Ash, meadowlands
The tormented crime of snow in summer

We shall pass this way again

Wanting, under a worm-moon’s night,
To drag earth’s fungal tomb into
The forgiveness of sunlight
The divine act that makes a god
The point of light in the garden

We shall pass this way again

I cannot see visions
But I can see the field from which they spring
Where I sing to the souls drawn fresh from the soil
Where I sing to souls
Where I sing to the souls that have gone before

And that shall pass this way again

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About The Hanging Gardener of Babylon

Poet, gardener, broadcaster
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