The gardener
You fall form the sky a rain drop of mercy Bringing life to the desert traveller who is thirsty Your eyes follow the pilgrims on their journey They are your children seeds thou hast elegantly Cast into the airs of life, you sent the wind
Carried by this wind here and there we landed We set foot upon a hard barren land we were stranded But we did not know it so lost in ignorance We chose to drink poisoned waters and dance In drunken induced fevor to the tunes of Lucifer All the while poisoning the soft bud and forgetting Her
We used our freedom to defy the loving hand That sent us upon this journey, thinking the land We dwelt in was heaven, blinded completely To reality we walked in circles and prayed blindly
Slowly the sprout to be weakened And the pure desire to germinate lessened Slowly some seeds heard a calling form within A battle was being fought they wanted to win A subtle energy lay within it had to be woken They knew not how but prayed that their slumber be broken She saw them all from the sky some were sincere As time passed their desire increased as did their fear Of being forever trapped in existential superficiality Free to sin, they chose now to search for reality Enough they had had of avarice, lust and malice Choosing so they turned a spiritual chalice Turned it to the blue sky high above They opened themselves to her tears of love And now they fell, rain drops of mercy Bringing life to the seeds who were thirsty Their spirits caught the water and drank eagerly One by one they sprouted and she looked at them dearly …..
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