One Gardener

One Gardener

He planted seeds of doubt in my mind.

I don’t think he could have comprehended

That my mind was such fertile ground.

The mind cannot separate

What’s real

and what’s not;

Whether dream or nightmare,

Truth or not,

It accepts it all.

He planted doubt in my strength,

Doubt in my attractiveness,

Doubt in my intuition,

Doubt in all of me;

The weeds of self-hate grew, despicably.

But, the thing is, you see,

Long before he came on the scene,

God planted His seeds in me.

Seeds of strength and hope,

Seeds of power and faith,

Seeds of love.

Although they lie dormant in winter seasons,

They flourish in spring.

Thus, each year the weeds of doubt

Are suffocated once again,

Depleting further each year,

Becoming fertilizer

For the Glorious Heavenly Garden

Where my Soul can find rest again,

As the roots of LOVE and comfort

Clutch and hold my heart in peace.