Tending the Garden

Every morning I tend my garden,

Yanking weeds

Fighting off invading bugs

I gently water ground zero,

Sprinkle fertilizer like it’s a protein shake

In hopes that the seed begins to take root

And may those roots spread, far and deep

Yet the surface hides your growth

The season is nearing,

Only prayers are left for me to offer

I’ve exhausted all effort

This small garden I tend,

Turned humbling

For I can only plant the seeds,

It’s up to them to take it in and grow…

And if only one of hundreds sprouts through,

I'll rejoice.