You are not yet a master & you work with the sun
Planning in time & nurturing this earth
We watch you, all who live here
We see your back bend & your brow glisten & we are thankful
Thankful that you water & wait & prune & grow
This landscape as none other would
You, gardener, are love & light
They are the keepers of the lake, the watchful pair
You can find him on the water, eyes closed, heart open
You can find her on the land, arms as welcoming as the shoreline
Waiting for small boats like mine
Can I ask for your help in the forest where the canopy blocks out the sun?
Can I count on you in the wilderness where peace is gone & ease is done?
How will I know your kindness fully- body, mind & soul?
Can I ask for your help, my love, as we both grow old?
Make my life smaller.
Remove the things & leave me bare, holding only the breath of my body & the kindness of my soul.
Give me only what I need.
Let me walk the aisles of my garden & give notice to life, to connectedness in all things.
Here I will gather what I need & nothing more.
Here I will acknowledge the beauty of the earth & the strength of my body.
Here I join the chorus.