Do I really deserve this garden
Where I blossomed arrogantly; in care,
Forgetful of the blessed soil
Which holds me together as a whole.
The rains that replenish my shoots
I take it as my right.
The constant calm of the breeze
I never knew.
And I flourish forth thinking of me
Thinking only because of me.
The foolish pride I feel
about my little flowerings
The gardener takes it with a smile,
Clearing ever the weeds
for me to thrive in peace.
And the light of those who knows
kept my darkness within bounds.
Fallen I would have easily in my beginnings
but for the mercy of all who never left.
And in a silent moment of my given tranquility
A sliver of truth shines bright.
And it prompts me to ask again
Do I really deserve this garden.