The Benevolent Provider
Do you see?
Kneeling on broken knees.
Hands worn and hurting
The Benevolent Provider.
Cultivating a garden
Carefully, carefully turning
Every inch of life
Even in strife.
Do you see?
A tulip barely budding.
Sunflowers in the sky
Look up, don’t deny.
A garden destined
With every turn.
It’s mine, it’s yours
The day we were born.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright, 2011
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