For all my love of the wilds
I keep returning to the gardens
Where human hands have touched at nature
With the creative imagination of God
Someone stood here through the seasons
Watched the sun move through summer and winter
Placed their fingers in the soil
To feel the water there
To ask the earth
What beauty can I plant here
What will thrive
Someone had to choose
What to cut back for new growth
What to allow to go to seed
Someone called a living thing Weed
And pulled it up by the roots
A total death
To make space for life
Someone was a caretaker of creation
That was once me
How I was called to listen so deeply
To rest in my patience
And feels the earth's voice guiding me
