When One Can Only Plant a Thought

How fast my gardener’s spade can reap a secret place to pine

Days like these mean petals must oblige: the rules are mine

Know well my heart’s disruptive pace, discordant reverie

I’ll need no bench; the ground will hold my weakened, soulful me


No need to use a garden hose or soak the planted ground today

My tears will soon enough default ‘round stepping stones set deep in clay

The salty drops will wind their way beneath the growth and cut anew

A different path where I might see life’s blessings in a different view


Where roses camouflage my wounded mind and frail gait

Mindfully, I enter into His Garden. Let the outside world await!

Stillness comes to comfort who before held anguished fears

When one can only plant a thought…He hears.