I Will Walk in the Tender Garden

I will walk in the tender garden
where weed and wildflower delight.
Unaware of the need to be perfect,
they live simply without fret or might.
 
I will walk in the tender garden
where my burdens can be set free.
The colors and natural beauty
are present to comfort me.
 
I will lose the noise that spins round in my head.
I will bare the heart that is mine.
I’ll follow the tiny nudges
spun by web and tree and time.
 
My loving God will meet me here
with only one request…
that I lean into the arms of kindness
and allow all other to rest.
 
So, I give thanks for this tender garden
a haven that welcomes the soul.
Weary or forgotton, lost or sad…
here we are surely whole.