Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Already Beside Me

I would welcome my Beloved to this garden
but there’s so much work to be done first—

wet earth to turn and build up in raised beds
paths to line with colored brick and stone

weeds to pull and compost to work into the soil
seedlings to transplant from green plastic pots

sweat and tears to keep the roots from drought
heart’s blood to break tight buds into roses

and when I turn to call my Beloved to the garden
He is already beside me, hands dark with earth.

--for Cafe Writing

7 comments:

Gemma Wiseman said...

Absolutely love the beautiful, spiritual being that watches your efforts. You allow your Beloved to mean so many things to so many people!

A delightful write!

Smiles and Light

Kelly Fineman said...

heart’s blood to break tight buds into roses

What a heartburstingly beautiful line.

And I am so very in love with the ending:

and when I turn to call my Beloved to the garden
He is already beside me, hands dark with earth.


Really excellent work. Thank you so much for sharing it.

Ruth said...

What a gorgeous poem.

sister AE said...

this brings my mother's voice to me, "God helps those who help themselves."

but this is quite lyrical

AmbiguityLotus said...

I absolutely love the ending, especially the phrase "hands dark with earth". I mean, if you just take that phrase alone, it has dark (and evil) connotations, but from your poem, it is something wonderful. I like how you revert the white vs. black theme here. :)

LittleWing said...

you wrote such a lovely poem abt the garden... as a gardener you have described it so well... thank you

Medhini said...

I loved reading it. There's a perfectionist's trait in your writing! Inspiring!