by Denise Turner (from Lightnet News issue 11/12)
Now the Gardener has turned over the soil of my existence
Tears fall like drops of rain to water the flowers of my Soul
And while I wait to see which seeds the Spirit of experience
have blown into my garden
What need I of anticipation?
Is not all a beauty and a blessing
once the purpose has been recognised?
And so I will remember to send the Breath of life
as a song to kiss this Earth
And so cherish this moment as a new beginning
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