The Gardener and the Garden

The Heart Is A Garden

 

A lone man

stands

solemnly stark

against

the pale dim light

tilling

the ripe soil to

grow

his fruits of

love.

 

Weeding

blame and tacit

actions

that harm love’s

devotion

from the fertile

field

the gardener

purifies

his jubilant

heart.

 

Standing

alone in the

midday

sunlight with

sweat

pouring from his

brow,

he stands

terrified

by openness and the

vulnerability

of a giving

heart.

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