Garden

I ventured into the depths of the garden
Without a guide.
Entwined on the fence were ivy and blackberries
But I couldn't compose a carol.
The thorns weren't cusps of holly leaves,
And we'd had no snow, no snowmen, no reindeer,
Though the corpses of all Santa's team could be hidden under the brambly chaos.
Unbidden, a song memory fired:
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground.
Another unfulfilled promise,
Or a dictate to support a work ethic?
Let nature sing and she does it with passion;
The timbers bore a crown of thorns,
Of briars thicker than a scourge.
My hands were pierced for my sins of omission.
Late in time behold him come
Risen with healing in his wings
To a garden that knew him not
Because he preferred his heavenly on-line home.

When it comes to gardens
I'll take Gardiner's line:
I like to watch.

Comments

Is that Chauncy Gardiner?

Most definitely.
Although Chauncy set a bad example by doing too much hands-on gardening, I'm happy to quote his "I like to watch" line completely out of context. ;)

In re Peter Sellers, saw a preview for the remake of The Pink Panther with Steve Martin. Made me realize anew how special Sellers was.