Within tired weathered hands
I shelter fragile hope,
This sovereign acre, my Little Garden slope;
No vaunted, vainglorious crown of gold, no gambler’s gilded gain,
Just star-seeds folded in the patient breeze, silver-laden rain.
I press bright aspirations in the loam,
And trust their hidden rootways there will roam;
Though austere, iron-hearted winter seals the furrows under crystalline snow,
Still smoldering, steadfast secret embers in the silence glow.
We think all our triumph rises toward the sun,
As though all our victories are skyward won;
Yet often our dreams lie buried out of sight,
And learn to breathe deeply beneath the weight of night.
Then loud thunder walks in vestments torn with flame,
And bright lightning signs the firmament within it's frame;
The harsher storm may bruise each tender, trembling leaf,
And salt the open manuscripts of lovers grief.
Yet in our glimmering tears descend,
like cold mercy from heaven’s eye ammend,
And silver psalms allowed no thirsty root denies;
In sacred skies no angel cries
For heartache turns the soil with solemn calloused hands,
Preparing deeper chambers in this fertile land.
With each hope and dream we embed into this cracked hallowed earth,
Believing this sacred quiet darkness shelters new rebirth;
Each little seed a covenant that sits unseen,
Still it's sworn to bloom in to what will be,
from dream seeds to hopes big tree.
This our Love is not a solitary velvet red thorn rose,
But dawnfires sweet orchards where radiant fruits and abundance grows;
Our Friendship like vines or ivy around the wall,
Binding fractured timber lest with time it bitters then falls.
Prosperity we seek is our amber-headed rightfully grain,
Not hollow lotteries for sudden wishful gain;
We pray Peace moves like olive wind through summer evening air,
A silken hush undoing the forsaken, removing old despair.
O Little Garden mine - steadfast, small, brave you shine,
You flourish through all things and bloom into a miraculous sweet symphonic tunes;
in this life what we plant with ardor in the each soul,
And
Hope will break through stonewalls and rise in our lives if we hold it in our heart as the prize.