The Garden


None are ‘alone’

Even in your darkest hour

As fear collects in puddles

From your storm of circumstance

Search inside

For the sleeping seed that is you

And know

Darkness is only

The soil of the soul.

Have no fear.

Tend your flame,

Whether bright or dim.

Just shine

And know that others

Shine with you,

For you.

As your seed lifts its head through

The dark soil of night

Smile at freedom


And bloom.