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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