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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© 2019 Susan L. Chast


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.