In the garden

Broken dreams like Autumn leaves
Scattered through my mind
Swept around by time and chance
And a fate that is not kind

Sorrow waters my garden
Now garbed in mourning dress
But seasons come and seasons go
And forward I must press

Plucking, weeding, tending grief
The work continues on
The garden cannot be abandoned
Though the flowers are all gone

In the Dark Night of my Spirit
He Who Hears Me planted seeds
And there among the graves of hopes
Sproutlings of joy caress a heart that bleeds

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