This poem was first published in Issue 9 (Fall 2002) of Ancient Paths literary magazine.
Gardeners by Lynn F. Behnke
Scratching at the planet With their pitted tools, Sketching furrows on a dusty crust And risking labor’s harvest On the wanderings of a bee!
Are we just as foolish, dear, Pressing gifts of time and touch Among each other’s days, Daring season after season To reach farther past Our sheltered seeds of “me”?
Not foolish, love, but faithful, Sure that unseen orchards Soon will bloom in rows, And lilies in Gethsemane.