My Garden Tenants
The sound outside is lilting as the storm builds,
The winds of change give motion to the trees,
The seeds of hope are scattered by the wind's breath
As creatures, great and small, seek sheltered leas.
The tranquil landscape dances to the motion,
As orchestras of birdsong fill the air,
The tenants of my garden continue blissfully
Their daily chores of tenderness and care.

They gather twigs and mosses for their loved ones,
They seek a little morsel here and there,
They preen each other and supply the comfort
So needed by the young ones in their care.

I gaze in silent majesty, and envy
These tiny creatures so engrossed by deeds,
Who selflessly commit their full employment
To those they love, to satisfy their needs.

I pray that as the storm erupts around us,
And once again we humans go to war,
That somewhere in this world some others notice
The beauty at my garden tenant’s door.

I pray that those I love, who are so distant,
Are safely shielded by God’s mighty hands,
For no greater gift has he bestowed upon me
Than to love my fellow man from other lands.

And someone very dear to me and precious,
Who God saw fit by destiny to love,
I pray that she returns to me to consecrate
This endless passion given from above.

There is a peace, a silence now within my garden,
Where busy tenants fuss about and cope,
Where choruses of melodies and birdsong,
Are caught and carried by a breath of hope.







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23rd September, 2001
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