God's Gardens

THE OLD GARDENS

With my children
Planted seeds
To grow a garden
For our needs.

Dropped the kernels
In a row.
Each took turns
To dig and hoe.

Then we watched
And checked each day
Rotting moss
Helped soften clay.

Dewy sprouts
With mist drop
Warmed in beams
To make a crop.

Truth? In time
Is old grows new.
Ancient earth
Brings that in view.

Unkempt gardens
Browned untame
Green still bursts
From what looks lame.

Relic rain
Senile sun
Cultivate
'Till growing's done.

Crumbling dirt
What's its worth?
Forests, flowers,
Fare of earth!

Children laughing
Garden grown
Cabbage-greens
Yellows roan.

I speak, "Hush,
Say a prayer.
Learn the secrets
Gardens bear.

Ancient crumbling
Is short strife
In old old gardens
Grows gold gold life!"