I am an untended garden, riddled with forget-me-nots and weeds
My earth has not been furrowed asunder; tilling life to the topsoil
I have grown fallow, un-supporting of life, but yet, there are some
perennials that cling to a hope of return, of vibrancy dallying
But I can only roll over in my floral nightgown, whimpering in my bed
allowing the blistering son to scorch my once glorious stance
I admit, I’ve become self-watering. I needn’t wait for the gardener
My groans of grief roil the soil, creating bitter roots exposed as lies
Everyone knows that when the earth laughs, people die.
She accepts their bodies back to her world, but I could still breathe
so I am not granted respite from the overabundant fertilizer spewed
over my once lush landscape. But, I will rise, for the weeds can’t hang on
when I forbid grasping of my rooted passion for life. Here she comes
the one that removes the rot with compassionate hands.
Here he comes, the one that scratches that spot in the very middle
She tends to me while singing lightly a childhood song forgotten
He digs deep with his grip, releasing the tainted, blighted plants
She opens the earth to expose me to the warmth of attention
He plants perennial seeds to grow through the coming seasons.
I inhale deeply, knowing that my rebirth will again grow fruitful.
My cycle continues in ample countenance to their loving attention.
I await my own fruition. I will grant only the very best of myself
to create the most beautiful garden I can create. This, is why I weep.
We are gathered here today in peace
We honor the truth of the word love
We strive together to build a better community
To promote and create our neighborhood
That takes care of one another through
Respect, compassion, courage, and vision.
For anybody that would not honor our covenant
We will lead them by our actions to the light of love in your name.
Hear our prayer so that we may be one people, your people.
I ran away as fast as I could to find a safer place to be
I crossed rivers and swam oceans, foraged forests and climbed up trees
I ascended high rimmed mountains, rode hills with horses fast
I have kissed a thousand frogs and even married an ass!
I have met a fairy queen who tiptoe dances the floor
She is married to a humble bard who has to duck the doors
I stumbled into an elfin circle that sews with the finest of threads
And if you offer them rich brownies they take away the dreads
I heard a trumpeting truth come down from the pulpit hall
surrounded by the boughing trees, I heeded the beckoned call.
I danced naked with the witches circle at full moon and new
But never blocked by architecture, the witches window skewed.
I met the elders as they assembled together
to make magic happen in all kinds of weather.
I cherish the wisdom like life’s breath forgiven
I discovered a love that was so close to heaven
I was accepted as a magic star that glimmered in their midst
And with the breath of dandelion, I was granted my wish.
Safe harbor, my safe haven, my beloved fairyland
I carry with me the magic that you granted to my hands
The time of despair has lost its hold, refusing shaded respite
The grief of absence embalming heart, releasing darkness desperate
Returning the prayers of the wandering spirit, sealed breast and bone
Sending back the wilderness, refusing pleas to roam
The earth collects the debt it’s owed without a loss of haste
Slinking roots memorializing while the stolen life displaced
The plaque above the anchored gypsy reads:
“None are ever lost when their courage is found in deeds.”
The place that is welcoming
is the home where love lives
Not only where love is,
but where it is cherished
nurtured, adored, revered,
but most of all,
given fertile soil to blossom
overly abundant blooms everywhere.
Be at peace, my brothers and sisters,
shine your beacon where you roam
Know your power, my bloodkin,
Let love call you home.
Be at peace, my beloved friends,
Bring our spirits passions kept
Be at peace my loved ones
Be at peace with your deepest depths.