Humility

I came out one morning

in the bright dewey freshness of the spring

early, to the Garden of my Dreams.

I had planted there, after painstaking thought,

the dreams I forsaw bringing me the most happiness.

but in that moment, I stood dismayed.

These are not my dreams, they are someone else’s.

Can’t we fix it?

Can’t you fix it???

My heart, the home prepared for these dreams grown from the

rich soil of ideals and hope, aches.

this cannot be.

The misfortunes in this world, sometimes are not to be avoided.

The raindrops of unexpected happenstance fall in the night,

when no one sees them, and these plants left behind are

not what I wanted.

I stood barefoot before God and said,

OK. I can’t make new plants grow…

    that’s your specialty.

       So I will take these, for I am lucky to have them.

  And I will nourish them, but

        keep alive in me the hope that there will be

better dreams springing out of this earth

tomorrow.

Spring 2013