In the Garden of the Gods

Sept. 23, 2012

Working in the Garden of the Gods

As Autumn comes on softly stepping feet,

The squirrels are busy with their acorn feast,

And the earth I walk is fragrant now and sweet.

I pause to breathe the future, feel the gift

Of the budding rhododendrons promised bloom

In plenitude as they prepare their rest.

For all this beauty there is ample room

Within my soul; I welcome too the fall

And in this meditative mood I rake

Needles of pine laced upon the ground.

I do not work as one for his own sake

But in offering and gratitude and more,

As consecration to the One within

And joyous service to the world I love.

My labour each day as prayer I would begin

In this Paradise that calls the Gods above,

“Descend, reveal the meaning of our birth

Upon this sacred globe we name as earth.”