Remind me
That love exists
That it is a miracle
To be taken
As the greatest
Of Gods gifts
To treat it kindly
As a sweet rose
Not too harsh
With water
Enough Sun
To let it grow
With gloves
Tend to the thorns
That will draw blood
If taken by surprise
But with grace
Enough to lighten my heart
Free my soul and my mind
Tend to my soul
As if it was the last rose
To exist upon the Earth
And I will tend to your garden
Like the bee pollinating new birth.
That love exists
That it is a miracle
To be taken
As the greatest
Of Gods gifts
To treat it kindly
As a sweet rose
Not too harsh
With water
Enough Sun
To let it grow
With gloves
Tend to the thorns
That will draw blood
If taken by surprise
But with grace
Enough to lighten my heart
Free my soul and my mind
Tend to my soul
As if it was the last rose
To exist upon the Earth
And I will tend to your garden
Like the bee pollinating new birth.
Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Copyright, 2013, Written on January 24th, 2013.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
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