A Gardener's Springtime Prayer

Here are my hands, Spirit of Earth and Space,
mysterious Wisdom within and behind everything that is
and is promising,

Gardener ever ancient, ever new,
who fashioned out of those colossal explosions at our beginning

all the avenues to life, to its complexities,
and to the communion we are destined for,
here are my hands.

Give them the skills of a midwife
to put good order into expectations,
to coax along the natural forces of life and growth

that are already within the earth,
and to help wisely with the harvesting.

Here are my hands,
and here are my dreams.

-- William Cleary

























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