Cultivate The Garden Within

A sarcastic quip on the tip of my tongue,
Makes me wonder what has gone wrong.
God, give me strength to definitively find,
Where are the fruits of the vine.

This being the season for growing,
Makes me yearn for the knowing,
Of what has happened to my soil,
What's allowing these emotions to boil.

Standing in the muck to work through,
I pick up the tools I intend to use.
Digging deep, I allow the process to begin.
The process to cultivate the garden within.

The soil now tended, allows for the planting.
The seeds now planted, gives need for watering.
The watering creating an environ for the sun,
To activate the growth of the seed into bud.

This bud, grown with love and patience.
Grows strong, and gives semblance,
To the days when my mind was clear.
When life presented nothing to fear.

Time moving on, it's the season to reap.
I look to what roots have taken hold deep.
Finally compassion, now standing strong.
No quip of the lip nor feelings of forlorn.

Rooted and grounded in Love at last.
I shudder and release those days of my past.
And share with the world the fruits I have grown.
Thankful that my seeds are finally sown.