The Gardner
Beneath the willows weeping
The night seemed to last so long
The day was hard to remember
For three years He was with you
Planting and sowing His Word
Into your life
Now you searched with fruitless effort
For the living among the dead
For, as yet, you knew not the Scriptures
Or where they had taken Him.
While promises, like petals
Pressed within the pages of your memory
Seemed to be only lifeless reminders
Of hopes unfulfilled
Folding up in a place by yourself
You stooped over, wilting
Drooping down to look into a painful past
Searching for an answer
Finding only questions
Celestial messengers plowing at your heart
Breaking hard ground
Why are you weeping? For whom do you seek?
You thought He was the gardener
Come to pluck up all that was left of your life
But he was the Gardener that never gives up
On you
Mary
You remembered the way He called you by name
You recognized the voice that called you from the grave
To morning’s glory; the Risen Son
Where mercy is ever new
It is a time of new beginnings
For me and you.
(By Nancy Ervin)