May 19, 2017

My Journey to God

Gardener’s Reward

I awoke one day to sudden spring,
And longed to go out gardening,
Some sweet and juicy thing to grow,
So I chose caref’lly what to sow.
But when I came, did chip my blade,
In rocky dirt; my work was staid.
And oh, but how I longed to plant,
The seed that would sweet goodness grant.
Looking for some richer soil,
Desiring less dreary toil,
I went out for a lot to seek,
Some secret spot with soil sleek.
Continued I for long to search,
Until I spied a vulture perch.
With hungry eyes, he bade me go,
Return to that and there to sow.
So back with fix’ed blade went I,
And under vast and clear blue sky,
Began to pick them one by one.
Thus rocks and stones soon came undone.
And in the rain and in sunshine,
I labored hard for joy was mine.
And when one day I pulled the last,
The days were cold, the season past.
But disappointed not was I,
Though bloody hands, no fruit to try,
For soil once tumultuous,
Was now so meek and virtuous.
And when Spring’s second coming dawns,
And in the wood are dancing fawns,
To join the dance with them I’ll go,
To celebrate and plant and grow.

By George Rahman
 

(George Rahman is a member of St. Patrick Parish in Terre Haute.) †

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