THE GARDEN

Fear fuels our legs so we walk

And wander and wonder what 

We’re looking for and yet

We come home disappointed again

That we have not found “it”.

The feet take a beating 

As does hope.

The mind will never find

What the soul yearns for,

As scary as it is…

Open up your heart,

Risk pain and grief 

For surely they will visit

To teach you compassion 

For yourself and for all the rest

The many “you’s” you see

With the eyes of your heart

Consoles and fills that lonely 

Empty hole in the center 

Of your soul,

Out of which the force of love

And source of light 

Once again the Garden grows.