Look. The ones who tend their garden
And find the love of the holy one in their own way
And who bend their ear towards the sacred stillness

They will walk the path ahead of them
With purpose and peace,
Dwelling not in the place of anxious busyness.

Sacred Silence will be their forever friend.
They will know now and always that they belong.
And will welcome friends and strangers alike
To their table of abundance.

They’ll be like the tree that you
See from your window
The one down by the creek
That bears fruit in season
Every single year.