The Garden of My Heart


So fleeting are the moments

that form the days that turn to years;

The bitter and the sweet

seem sometimes so well blended


The garden of my heart;

the garden of my dreams…

How different are the two

when left long unattended!


Is such soil fit for planting,

the good seed to bear it’s fruit?

Or better-suited for the thorn,

that stakes it’s claim ‘tween rock and root?


My fallow ground cries for the plow

too long have I protected;

The soil will yield what I’ve concealed;

the stones that I’ve neglected



Authored by: Stephen Hare

Copyright © 2005 All rights



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