I am your garden
Tend to what needs tending to
Prune what needs pruning
Uproot what needs to be rooted out
Plant confidence in your hope
Render me healthy
By your hands
Lift me beyond insecurity, to flourishing
To fearless generosity
May the glory of your Life
Blossom fragrantly from my dirt
Compose my decomposed parts
To the majestic melody and harmonies of your forgiving love
To where there can be no doubt of other forces at work
in my being
in my becoming somehow changed
I am honored to be ground you cultivate
Ground you water
Ground you make to rest
Ground you mind
Ground you render fertile
Ground you bring back to life
From dead things
Dead things like I was
Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne
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