27 June 2019

Approaching the Neglected Garden





Yes, I asked for help, but.  Stop.  
 I didn’t know for what I asked.

I cannot follow you through my garden—
except maybe once or twice, like a tour, to see landmarks I’ve forgotten.
I need to make my own way even if I have to crawl blindly
feeling my way with nose, knees and fingers.

It’s God’s guidance I want, partnered with earth.
This often comes when my eyes are closed,
and always when I am low—often on my knees—
willingly, or after a fall when I’ve nowhere left to turn.

Help me now by trusting I will find my way—
by resisting any desire to make it easier.  



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2 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, this soul is wise. She knows what she needs. She is already finding her way.

Magaly Guerrero said...

The last stanza is a delight to read. I feel and believe and echo those words. The best helper is not the one who does it all for us, but the one who understand what we need and when.