Standing in the Garden
You stand in the garden,
aware that once it was barren,
the hard Vermont earth
bound by roots and stones,
a captive where life
withered and died,
strangled by the hardness
of a hundred years
of neglect.
You stand in the garden,
a place not of plants,
but soul, a place, like your own heart
that could not flourish
until you dug, found the killing stones
and strangling roots,
and ripped them from the earth
and replaced them
with loam and soft soil and seeds, and
most importantly,
faith
that a garden well tended,
will always
bloom.
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The picture is from a garden in Manchester, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.
Tom
Quarry House 
Hi Tom,
Cultivating barren earth can be difficult but usually pays dividends.
how something of such seemingly fragile beauty can grow and flourish against all odds… lovely!
Hello Tom
Enjoyed this poem very much and especially …
“most importantly,
faith
that a garden well tended,
will always
bloom.”
Margie:)
Tom, I share your sentiments on every level – you couldn't have expressed it better
Tom,
Thank you for your visit to my blog. I appreciate your nice comment.
I enjoyed your poem. With heart and soul gardens can flourish with such beauty.