The Garden Man
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The Garden Man
My man is in the garden.
He is planting and watering
the new seeds we just got.
They are wonderful carrots,
of different colors,
purple, and white and gold.
He has already planted,
corn, and tomatoes,
potatoes,
and sunflower seeds,
among the weeds.
That is okay,
I am here to say,
without regret,
do not fret...
the unwanted foliage
has a wonderful use,
for chickens,
and quail...
that wail for fresh greens,
and lovely beans.
Nothing is wasted here.
Not time, nor food,
nor resources.
All are a part of the whole.
The sky above,
the earth below,
Jesus inside,
and beside us...
always.
Heaven.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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