I went back into my past and planted a garden there –
The memories were dead and dried.
And all along the fields
Where dreams laid buried,
I gathered up their bones
And prayed them back to life.
In an old shed I found a bucket of tears,
Filled with frustration and sorrow.
With it, I watered my garden
Parched with regret and shame,
Planted seeds of faith,
Where hopelessness furrowed.
Now when I revisit the memories are sweet
Fragrant with life, laughter,
Hope and promise.
The dreams are alive,
Singing and dancing with praise,
The grains of faith are ripe for the harvest.
I went back into my past and planted a garden there…
Now as the future blooms eternal –