Sunday, April 14, 2013

Sunday Poem: I See a Gardener

Sometimes, I see a gardener
instead of seeing

Too often, I see
a neighbor or a child
asking a lot of me,
too much of me.
I see a homeless man,
a woman wheelchair bound,
a mother yelling or an old man
complaining when my children
pick the flowers
or climb the trees.
I see yet another man,
another woman,
needing needing needing
something from me.
I see a car that goes too fast,
too slow, too recklessly,
cutting me off, endangering
my life, my kids' lives.
I see another chore, another
favor, another
inconvenience meant for me.

How can I see you
by this tomb
and never recognize
that you
are You?

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