I wandered here often
Alone in this verdant garden.
My heart aches from searching for you
I know every corner, every flower and tree
I see weeds and rocks all over my soul
Can you pull these weeds out?
They frustrate me
I hear my name and turn around
(I thought he was the gardener)
He looked so familiar to me
He is so at home here
What was I looking for again?
Can I sit and listen on the grass
To a small voice, still and quiet?
I don’t want to drag anything with me
The birds echo from above this resting place
He walks with me in the cool of the day
Singing, sharing silence
Planting life, making the garden new
As I am at home in the shadow of the Most High