Keep Tending

 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.