Garden Bed

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Garden Bed

Each jasmine’s star bloom,
Rock roses in flower,
The sun at its noon—
Arriving, the hour.

Winter was long,
The soil heavy clay,
Yet this garden bed
Shows it won’t stay.

Each shoot springing forth
Reminds me of those
Who pour of themselves
So newness can grow.

Each prayer and each toil,
The burdens we bear,
Tend into soil—
The scent of spring air.

I pray that someday
I’ll love well like you,
Who show friends the way
To togetherness, too.

It’s those who will mend,
Who sit and who nourish—
The treasure: a friend
Who sees you can flourish.