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Posts Tagged ‘roles’

as the garden is

In gardening, idtenity, relationships on September 29, 2010 at 5:09 am

Be still Gardener

Be still as that young tree

Be quiet as the rock that looks like a boy’s shoulder

Remove yourself Gardener

Removed as the bird perched close enough and far enough

Be in the garden Gardener

Be in the garden as the garden is

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preparing the soil

In gardening on September 28, 2010 at 12:20 am

Break me down. 

Break my rocks.

Break my crust.

Crumble me between your judging fingers.

Renew me, prepare me.

To produce again.

the garden inside the gardener

In gardening, poetry, relationships on September 21, 2010 at 2:36 pm

The gardener thinks this way:

He is planting a garden inside of himself.

Resilience and patience surface through his hard shoulders.

Compassion’s roots reach down to feed from his lungs.

the business of gardening

In gardening, life, relationships, tolerance on September 18, 2010 at 3:10 pm

The gardener is briefed daily.

Presentations from stems and blooms and bare patches.

The confrontation between the cacti and the water system is going well, considering.

Meetings with the weather and the soil on short and long term challenges are on this afternoon’s agenda.

the gardener looks closer

In gardening, poetry, relationships, spirituality on September 16, 2010 at 2:25 pm

Not the weather but the ability to adapt to it.

Not the harvest but the acceptance of this offering.

Not the time but the experience.

gardening is work

In gardening, poetry on September 11, 2010 at 8:20 pm

There’s no off season for the gardener, no slow times.

Late bloomers is for flowers.

the tender gardener

In gardening, poetry on September 11, 2010 at 12:49 pm

The gardener charms the flowers.

He sways his fleshy face, flapping his jowls.

“Again!” They beg, bending over themselves.

“First show me your best pose.”

Instantly they stand in unison, bright.

“Perfect little things.” He sighs.

This is the tender gardener. The one he wishes he could be always.

Impossible, of course, with shovel and shears and chemicals.

But in this patch of sun, on his knees, he is thankful.

“You!” they cry, “Now you!”

from with to versus

In gardening, poetry, relationships, spirituality, Uncategorized on September 7, 2010 at 5:52 am

The gardener and his wife are fighting about the rules.

She won’t do anything he wants it seems.

And he thought the garden was difficult!

And she thought the house was difficult!

When did it go from with to versus?