garden poem

sometimes I seek out the silence
planted in my heart's soil,
the garden home to my soul.
I move wordlessly,
upon the earth you tend to,
the earth you've breathed into
me.
Perusal.
in amongst the tallest trees,
I feel your breeze
my arms sway
stray blossoms make their way down
from the branches high above
they rain on me.
Pursual.
I am stirred by your song,
notes ring lovely and long
your voice-call
walls between us fall down
from around this planted heart
you reign in me.
the Gardener, my Garden Father.