Sunday, April 18, 2010

Praying in Gardens : a poem

Dear Mother Earth

the rain cannot should not be hail now

not in April when early coral bells silently struggle to bloom.

Tiny rosebuds peek out

from weedy coils wrapped round

dirty fingernails,

as thorns draw blood

from flesh

-oh where did I put the garden gloves-

a prickly rose red with blood now

crowns the garden

A reminder that

He whose Life was not cut short

His spirit being eternally begotten

taught us to pray in gardens

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