Everyday~

Mornings. Beginnings.

The sun shines in the garden

Wake, and create. Day.

Raw, restless, calloused

They belong in the garden

Wand’ring feet of mine

Shoes silence the sense

I cannot feel the garden

Its blades beneath me

Barefoot steps, running

I long to tread this garden

Bearing, nakedness

Nowhere an entrance

Guard in gate, she’s come unhinged.

Opens gait, runs free.

Every morning’s prayer:

“Gratitude, Joy, Eyes that See”

Everyday Eden.