Your Garden
Since you have nothing to plant,
then plant that,
since you have nothing to say
grow silent seeds.
When the fruit of an inner garden
is ready and ripe,
living words will bloom,
hands will sow heaven
on earth.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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