Working in the Garden

a sacred poem

There’s something spiritual about working 
in the garden. For too long you neglected
the weeds choking the rose bushes.

The peonies, no longer a flush pink,
droop in the dirt. The salvias by the ivy bed 
have very little breathing room. 

The day lilies are limp now, and wilting. 
Although the sight of it makes you sick,
you let yourself forget. Until, one clear blue

morning, you reach for your rubber gloves 
and shears—and begin tending—tending 
to everything in need of your loving care. 

~image from pexels

Thank you for reading Sacred Poems from In the elements, selected poems delivered Sundays elevating the wonder and sacredness of the natural world.

Featuring my poetry and occasional guest poets.

with love & intention

Kassi

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