Monday, October 10, 2011

on being a garden

Not tender care, not careful tending.



Not water or sun or food.



Not knowledge or wisdom or experience, nor the putting into practice of such things.



Not gardening.



Just seed and scattered intentions, met by a hull-bursting, ground-breaking, stalk-raising Force
(love).

Neglected and abandoned, but a garden still.
Forgotten, overgrown, unweeded, unwatered, unkempt--
and a garden still. Fruit-bearing, even.

Beauty besting death, a harvest of grace.



Come and see what the Lord has done,



taste his goodness,



walk in abundance,



and run in freedom,



a garden still.

[for WCT.]