I cannot imagine anywhere more perfect
more reflective
of God
than being here in this
allotment garden
with all it’s autumn
golden glorious generosity
with its neglected magnificence
with its late flowering fruitfulness
and sun kissed chill windedness
here is heart
here are fragments of pulsating life
here is grace and peace in infinite measure
here is overwhelming love poured forth
played out
in simple songs
of rustle
of birdsong
of distant traffic hum
of aeroplane high overhead
of nearby buzz
unaware universes collide
in the chaos
of a million tiny moments
of untended harmony
played out before my eyes
what is there to say
who is there to thank
silently
I attempt to bear eternal witness.
