The gardener cuts and tears and rips in kindness
he knows that the garden must be kept to thrive
weeds crowd out life
their vines surround that which bares fruit seeking to strangle its life
weeds are pulled
The gardener knows what is best and works diligently to keep the plants healthy
they grow not as a result of their own work
a plant can only grow via the help of outside elements
grow the tiny life.
The life grows with wild abandon.
Some say freedom comes in the mess of growing how or where ever
The gardner knows better
The gardner knows that the plant must be pruned, weeded and fed
The gardner does not expect the plant to do anything other than thrive
and he knows…
He knows he must play his part
The gardner rips and tears for the good of the plant
The gardner knows that the weeds destroy the soil for the plant
and he rids the soil of their presence
The gardner cuts back the unruly branches and all that does not bare fruit
for he knows,
that that which does not bare fruit robs nutrients from that which does.
He loves his plants.
He rejoices over them.
He is concerned with their well being.
He is kind to them.
He wants them to grow, not because he likes to watch them suffer,
but because he longs for them to thrive;
to grow into the mature plant he had in mind.
My life is the garden.
It is being cut and weeded, fed and pruned.
I feel the hand of the gardner as he lovingly searches through the branches of my life’s plant
to discover if there are places where no fruit will survive.
Pain, loss, healing
My life is a garden and it will thrive
I will sit in the kindness of my gardner and trust that he will care
with great love.
With Great Love,
the gardner loves me and is kind to me,
he is kind even in his pruning.
Gardner I trust you.
Have your way.
I will rest in your care.