Tasty words... I hope!

Here's a little offering, from 4am wakefulness... Hope you like it!

My Garden

Welcome to my garden of words;

Heart-grown and tender.

Full of youth and sap

and vigour

Or ready to seed

And fly on the wind

Reproducing

who knows where...

Sometimes I'm digging

And you'll find me in gumboots

Shovelling stinky stuff

Making a right mess!

But I'm growing something.

And its going to be delicious!

There's plenty to share.

I have a roadside stall

"Free organic goodies"

and you can take some.

There's enough to go around!

And if you like, we'll share a meal

You and me

If you're hungry.

Everyone gets hungry,

Especially the broken

And the healing

And the growing - Oh how they eat!!

And the shamed

And the beautiful

And the leftist

And the righteous

Especially the self-righteous - We

Need plenty feeding up

So we don't shrivel.

And together we'll feast on the Word 

(I call him Jesus, but 

You might know him by other names;

Love, Shalom, Acceptance, hope...

It doesn't matter what you call him.)

And we'll share and talk

Maybe laugh and cry a little

Possibly even squabble

Sometimes.

But mostly just get to

Know each other

Until we find, to our surprise

That our words are His Words
And He is here too.

Kerry Miller