Gentle The Hands

Gentle
and quietly

the tender hands
of the gardener

reveal the nature
of the gardener’s

heart.

Gentle.

Quiet. 

Tender.

When his hands
are in the soil,

his heart and mind
are at rest - still beyond

all adversity and despair.

He whispers to each
plant, “Come forth
dear seed and stem.
flower, and root,

and bring beauty
to this earth. Open
our hearts to wonder

and the grandeur of
awe. In you we learn
to see life;

striving and straining
to exist against all odds.
Life finds its way. And,

the seasons we endure
sustain us into the next.”

He whispers these words
as a melody that nurtures
his plants with grace.

With this grace
ALL THINGS FLOURISH!

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THANK YOU, Bruce,
the Gardner-brother who
showed me these truths.

I love you guys,

Tom