The gardener
You fall form the sky a rain drop of mercy
Bringing life to the desert traveller who is thirsty
Your eyes follow the pilgrims on their journey
They are your children seeds thou hast elegantly
Cast into the airs of life, you sent the wind
Carried by this wind here and there we landed
We set foot upon a hard barren land we were stranded
But we did not know it so lost in ignorance
We chose to drink poisoned waters and dance
In drunken induced fevor to the tunes of Lucifer
All the while poisoning the soft bud and forgetting Her
We used our freedom to defy the loving hand
That sent us upon this journey, thinking the land
We dwelt in was heaven, blinded completely
To reality we walked in circles and prayed blindly
Slowly the sprout to be weakened
And the pure desire to germinate lessened
Slowly some seeds heard a calling form within
A battle was being fought they wanted to win
A subtle energy lay within it had to be woken
They knew not how but prayed that their slumber be broken
She saw them all from the sky some were sincere
As time passed their desire increased as did their fear
Of being forever trapped in existential superficiality
Free to sin, they chose now to search for reality
Enough they had had of avarice, lust and malice
Choosing so they turned a spiritual chalice
Turned it to the blue sky high above
They opened themselves to her tears of love
And now they fell, rain drops of mercy
Bringing life to the seeds who were thirsty
Their spirits caught the water and drank eagerly
One by one they sprouted and she looked at them dearly