To: my beloved gardener

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

 

 

 

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