The Quiet Gardener

I long for the quiet Gardener
The one that lets leaves lie
Who sweeps quietly the dust aside
Who kneels in beds
Of sleeping flowers
To bring them gently
Lovingly
To life
Who breathes in their essence
With thoughtful repose
Ever listening
Ever loving
Their beauty
The quiet touch
Of a knowing hand
That nurtures life’s treasures
With mindful grace
Who sows and mends
Who remains
With peaceful imaginings
Upon  
The living Earth


by Pamela Meadows