I wrote this for you, was gonna read it to you.
Leaves of Grass
As a tiny seed hidden in the ground,
you sprout up to say hello.
Under brush you hide yourself,
but I see you,
tiny plant the Lord has taken care,
to multiplyingly cover the bare lands,
one simple, pruned parcel at a time.
To me,
your simple radiance nourished by the Father,
has been a catalyst for my own growth.
In the shade God has made you,
though without perfection,
I'm further drawn to seek God's best.
My overcasting weeds of shame seem more moveable,
and my desire is to dwell in the company of a godly plant that cares not for its appearance to ivy creepers or world around
but merely and dearly wants to spend an existance blossoming as it stretches to the Sun.
Look at my garden,
sometimes I feel ashamed and haggard,
repulsed by my own brambles and cutzu of pride that hides what I want God to make me.
Right here I know not the of the Master Gardener and as you say my garden must be weeded out.
But I want you to know that as I seek out the 'til of the plow,
the desire of my heart increasingly comes with a yearning to grow near the garden God is crafting in you.
Most Sincerely,
Daniel Arnold