Saturday, 22 June 2013
My Father is the Gardener
This year, after a late start,
I am overwhelmed by the lushness of the garden.
More than ever
I am aware of the layers of foliage and colour.
So much is in a state
of becoming. . .
New delights are being formed
by the layers growing from underneath.
The fullness of the layers
which have sat so long in place
are pierced and pushed aside
by things I have hardly been aware was there.
There are still the patches where
things haven't really come to growth of course.
There are other corners
as thick with weed
as the the rest is full of verdure.
There they are,
and as much part of the whole as what sits on top.
Almost in the same instant I spy them I remember,
my "Father is the gardener."
I remember the urgent need of clearing and pruning.
Still and all,
I guess I am changing along with the garden,
I find myself relaxing.
I can forgive the chaos, and accept it,
along with the beauty.
Just the way the Father of our spirits does.