The Gardener and Me

I have spent my day in the garden, 

and I have spent it here alone 

After a long day under the suns glaring gaze,

 I realize, just how ready I am to go home 

My hair is hot to the touch

A constant bead of sweat must be wiped from my brow 

Surely, and finally, any moment 

I will be told I can go home now 

I am looking at the dirt coated under my fingernails 

When I find myself starting to day dream 

How close I am to resting! So soon i’ll be able to get clean 

though suddenly, I look up, and I find the gardner himself

has appeared right in front of me 

My heart skips a beat, and im filled with new glee 

Here I am in the garden, just the gardener and me 

A tender smile meets my excited gaze

Because the gardener knows moments with him 

Are the sweetest part of my days 

He says “my child, what is your rush? To go and wash your hands?

Your work is not yet done, you know I have more plans!” 

“Look around you!” he exclaims, “see all we have done?

My garden is blooming! But child, the birds have not yet sung” 

You have planted in good soil, but you have to maintain the seeds you have sown 

You have to watch them, and water them, care deeply for them 

Until you have seen they’ve grown 

Don’t let yourself grow weary, don’t settle into the fatigue 

I promise i’m working right alongside you, and guiding you

I’ll always show you what you need 

Sure , I could do this on my own, but where is the fun in that? 

I delight in you, I love you 

So child trust me, there’s nothing that you’ll lack 

 let me teach you, and guide you, and partner with you too 

I love working with you, and I love looking around, 

At this garden that we grew 

Don’t rush to go home, your time to rest under the fig tree will come 

But for now keep working, you know you are not done 

I’ll take you there, when you are ready, 

When your purpose has been fulfilled 

I’ll say “well done, good and faithful servant” 

Know I will be thrilled 

When the time is right i’ll wash your hands, i’ll even wash your feet too 

So don’t rush to rest, don’t rush to get clean 

the harvest is plenty, but oh the workers are few 

So I let the gardener take my hand, no matter how dirty 

I’m excited to get back to my work, I know that it is worthy 

he teaches me and my daydreams are now filled with the garden that will be 

But for now, we work side by side, just the gardener and me.