I once tended a garden overgrown with weeds
Without order- without room for anything else
A mirror of my confusion and my pain.
I cut the weeds down from time to time
But roots grow deep-
they always came back.
So I left the garden to its rightful owner
I found a piece of land and made it mine.
Then I decided what flowers I liked
(This took time as I had never before given it any thought)
I planted seeds one by one with loving hands
I watered them, and sang to them, and watched them grow.
When the flowers bloomed, I saw my dreams fulfilled
My garden had both order and beauty
A mirror of my own soul.
I spend a lot of time in my garden
Celebrating that old adage of reaping what we sow.