Wherever they fall only there
can their hunger to grow
take root or not.
Without a welcoming soil,
nor favorable season,
nor needed sun and water
not too much, not too little,
they, for all their desire to sprout,
all their power, lay helpless
Our urge to love fell on each other.
A rain of events occasioned our yes or no,
our decisions to trust or not, our choices of risk or safety.
So, who do we thank for this garden we became?
October 15, 2007