To: the exchange between gardeners of sorts

there is a way of speaking to God

bowed over a brown prayer rug

in the first light of the morning.

there is a way of waking the life in seeds

small enough to sprout faith,

in flood-rain and drought-days,

a way of growing past trouble

to blossom better in times to come

there is a way of time coming

only because it needs to

plants life into your chest

comes back and says that it needs you

to walk back with him

there is a way of walking backwards

into life again

back to the brown prayer rug of the soil

back to the first light of heaven

back to being the blossom of the seed you were buried to be

back to care of the sun and caress of the rain

back to the elements of the earth minus the pain

there is a way

of speaking to God

that it would be the conversation of a lifetime.

RIP Uncle Frank.

Copyright © 2011 Arielle John