The garden tends the gardener

The garden tends the gardener
through fallow times
and droughts of faith

The garden tends the gardener
with tools forged by
eternal hands

The garden tends the gardener
with rain to cleanse
our seeds of doubt

The garden tends the gardener
and watches humbly
as we grow

Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2012-01-18 at 03:00

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
So true, so well captured, what a lovely, enriching reading experience*bookmarked* & thank you for sharing!

This is so true, we all need "a bit of Earth." Lovely write.

Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well written
and a pleasure to read
Thanks for sharing

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely thought, very gracefully written.

Ah yes, it's really the garden tending us ... I never thought of it that way, but it's true of course. I feel very humble towards my garden now, for its tending me so well although I often neglect it. Thank you.

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I read this before but couldn't quite understand why it moved me so.

It seems so poignant and full of meaning somehow. I can't say why it moved me - but it did.


So true. I've not the land anymore for a garden, but I have more than twenty plants inside and the little care they need of me is returned many times over in the care they take of my spirit, the reminder that what we nurture nurtures us.

I'm not very elOquent, can't spell today!

You are so right with your title and the opening line of each stanza, to have and tend a garden is therapeutic, we think we tend the garden, but as you so elequently put it, it's the other way round.