Green Thumb

A Poem

Photo by Morgane Le Breton on Unsplash

My seeds are growing.

I wasnt sure. 
In fact-
I was mostly sure, 
they weren't. 

Couldn't see them or
feel them. Buried
here beneath this
hallowed ground. 

Beneath where once
I laid down my faith- 
with no sight, 
no hand to hold. 

At times, we may feel
blind. At times, we 
will feel our faith
is lost. 

In these times, 
my friend, I encourage
just a bit of gardening.
Why not, really? 

Who could not benefit from a bit 
of earth and sun. 
To arise with a bit of hunger,
to check on your secret garden,
those seeds you've thrown. 

And lo and behold, you may
just find, that oh, 
those seeds are growing. 
You may just find, that all along

your faith was growing, too.