Miracle
The once magnificent garden had become a paradise of weeds towering high
Ragwort and dandelion shedding their seeds took over the lonely asylum
Rakes shears shovels and secateurs rested where Tim had left them to dwell
Mocking and taunting stinging nettles and thistles covered lost fallow ground
A pair of torn mouldy gloves saw out what remained from their glorious toil
Lawn mower broken leaking passion and oil onto a blunt brush cutter’s blade
The earth worms and termites were fine with it for they needed no help
Planks of wood assembled for building a den sheltered rotten remains as
Tim spread his sorrow in undergrowth of pain overwhelmed in sadness
Ants had a field day as they licked empty tears and traced a rancorous path
Birds feasted on ripe fruit sprung upon bees licking nectar and honey
Clouds shielded demise and even the milky way appeared rancid and foul
A single rose had survived scratchy and thorny in need of pruning and care
One prune dangled seductively as soon as Tim looked into a Fairy Queens’ smile
‘I am your soulmate in waiting’ and ignited like tinder he gave her the plum
‘My calls for a Prince willing to present me with yew have been answered’
As soul transferred onto soul they merged and smelled fragrance of musk
From either side of the rose bush they reached out and from where spikes
Inscribed scrapes and grooves into fragile parched minds handing out
Resurrection and union mingling with hurt blood scuffs and abrasions
Tattooed the message of faith hope and kindness in the shape of one heart
They still bear the scars and kept thistles and nettles as a soothing reminder
That true love survives suffering and surrender is sweeter when shared
09th June 2019
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