Weeds, thorns, thistles
Broken twigs and dried
up blossoms
Forgotten, this garden
That is how it appears
It didn't get this way
overnight; it took years.
It had its start, full of enthusiasm.
Energy was expended as the garden
was lovingly tended.
Patience easily offered.
Forgiveness for shortcomings
easily extended.
As the weeds began to grow,
returning again and again,
the forgiveness came harder,
patience wore thin.
What is to be done
when it feels that there
is so much work and you
are fighting against time,
the very setting of the sun?
A fresh set of tools is what's needed,
the old ones were not meant for the job.
The sun does set, but it also rises again.
Yesterday may have left you with a back ache.
Today might have been full of uncovering
unknown weeds
choking out the
potential of your seeds,
but I implore you, cherished gardener...
Keep tending that
garden, because there is so
much good left at stake.
If you just don't feel like you can contend
with one more unwanted weed, I implore you
to call upon the Master Gardener.
He has all you lack, all you need.
