Hearts
A plan is brewing in your heart!
As I would draw water from wells,
I hope to pull it out
Help make it reality.
A joyful heart has been my best medicine.
Your words make a fountain of life,
Your presence calms the dangerous storm.
Together….safe, and climbing.
If you were the stairs of the Tower –
Confidently, I would arrive at the top.
There in that Tower
We can both be safe, uplifted.
Planting a Friend
I picked him up out of the temporary pot
Examining long, straggling roots
Which had been so tightly pressed
How delicate they are
Reaching for more space to grow
Long and deep in some fertile spot
Surrounded now by daisies and
Multicolored purslane for a roof.
Ferns will gently fan him
The oak, an inadequate umbrella.
My watering will befriend him and we will become close
Talking,
Teaching,
Growing.
I press fresh soil gently around his greens
And feed him with that blue concoction.
But – he will really thrive when I talk to him,
Listen to him,
Prune him,
Compliment him on the flowers born,
Move him again when he has grown
Eyeing those scrambling roots
He will come to feel at home in my garden.