I Tarry in your Garden

Written by: Vicki Acquah

Mama Earth I beckon unto you,not to turn your back on me ,I am your weary child but I am
still smiling.  In the morning I want to go to your beautiful garden ,where the breeze is
light and the sun shines through the trees softly glistening, Mother are you listening? I
want to Tarry while  birds still sing, after the torrent rain;  And mother ask Father Sky
to forgive us here.  In your garden I do grow... you have woven me a garment anew. I
deliberate in your garden: Where the Eagles rest and the Robins nest; As I  put on my
garment of dew...I want to tarry for awhile in your garden, in my garment so befitting.. I
love you Mother, before and after the torrent rain; Then suddenly my heart runs rapid: I
hear Father Sky's loud thunder,ask him to forgive us for the plunder! I look up to see my
brother the Moon; My Ancestors are the stars.  So I tarry in your Garden Mother saturated
in your wet kiss,The only sacred place for me; I am fulfilled in your perfect Bliss .                                                                                   
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