Reflected Heart

They say the outside reflects what is within.
I am waiting now for my heart to appear around me.
Such a simple thing,
This gift of reflection.
Only open our eyes,
Survey our surroundings,
Fathoms the depths of our soul.

I plant seeds in the soil of my being
With patience and gratitude.
Tend the seedlings,
Watch with expectancy for my garden to flourish.

What was once a barren, weed choked patch
Took so many days and months and years.
I pulled the weeds,
Loosened earth, shedding air and light
And openness into the dark loam.
Amendments added to nurture.
Many lifetimes' work.

Now, finally now
Spring comes, ample rain and beckoning sun.
Seedlings grow noticeably each day.
We are becoming who I AM,
Standing in the garden of the heart's reflection.


© 2010 by Helen Sumerwell. All rights reserved.