As In the Garden

Love trusts
Good deeds
And weeds

In life we know but, two certainties
We know them well
And fear

Like the garden is
So is ones mind
And relationships

It must be tended to
They must be weeded, seeded, watered
And fed

Most of all they need to be groomed
Dying is easily done
Never failed has any one?

It is in the living, that we lose most
Of our time
And mind

Digging about
Planting, reaping, mending
And throwing things out

Sorting, courting, and breeding
Often leave a soul or lead a soul
To bleeding

To all things there is a season
Spring, a time to find love
To swim in it and play

Summer, a time to get things done
To gather in your Life's work
To have some fun

Fall, it is a time to reap
And keep
Your just desserts

Winter, is the time to retire
And rest
In your own way

So we need to tend to
Our gardens
Or else

We will end up with
Nothing, but weeds
Then who will trust in us

In you or I
Will there be any trust
No, not by any

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man