Tend
The gardener plants a seed
Where once was thistle
And past debris
Toils the earth
With weathered hands
Making way
For love to last
Water, dirt
Hope, Faith
He tends to hearts
And helps make way
For life
To come forth
Where there was nothing
He restores
And the seed
Starts to show
Loving hands
Allow this soul
To rise
and grow…
07/29/25
clc
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