My dirty hands

Written by: Bridget Aubrey

My dirty hands

I hold the rich, crumbly dirt in my hands,
Savoring the warmth of sunlight in it,
Inhaling the aromas of power that 
The dark earth holds.

With this power and a tiny seed
I can create wonders.
Where now the earth is idle, I can, 
With nature’s help, sow seeds into this ground,
Watch as small green fledglings emerge
And stretch towards the life giving sunlight.

My gardener’s heart jumps with delight,
And with a feeling of gratitude
I watch over those emerald babies.

There is a lot of trust between 
gardener and plant.
I trust they will grow, they trust 
I will water them, watch over them.

One day soon, some will tower over me.
It is amazing!

In the shade provided by golden sunflowers 
and soft yellow blooming okra stalks,
 I kneel down to weed.
They soak up the sun, I appreciate 
the shade they give.
Happily I work with my dirty hands.