It’s one of those mornings
Balmy and misty
And you just know
The plants are happy
And the birds, too
Joy is in the air
And the dog
Is looking for a job to do
So carries a box outside
To tear up
He was bred
To work
I didn’t want a garden
But I find my hands
Planting sunflowers
And Swiss chard
Unconsciously directed
By Mothergod, I suppose
The same feeling
When I draw
Or write a poem
An urge from somewhere
Arises in my body
When my mind is calm
I think about
The rebellion building
Knowing Mothergod
Is on both side
I await the crescendo
Meant to awaken souls
Allowing Her
Into our hearts
Guiding us
To plant a garden
To rescue a cat
To march in resistance …
bjb
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