Garden

The garden is quiet
And green the breeze
Fresh and cool as I sit my
Book in hand though I find
Myself watching the pine tops
Swaying in the wind the two cats
And dog prowling about after a
Bird or each other and I think
Of how beautiful this spot is
How far from the despair
Of so many people and
I wonder what more I
Can do for them yet
I must set a limit in
My mind or else I
Would like Saint
Francis give
Away all I
Have
And take
To the road
At play in the fields
Of the Lord depending
On the charity of others
But life here is too nice
To act and I have my
Life ordered here so
My guilt is not as
Strong as my
Comfort
Level
But I expect
No bonus points
For rationalization,
I know I must do what
I can each day to
Help others less
Fortunate but
Am not yet
Ready to
Sell the
Farm
Let alone
Leave this
Garden of earthly
Delights dramas
Doodles and
Droll over
Drool
So
Perhaps
I will just watch
The gardener
Tend the
Garden.