Gardener’s Creed by January Joyce Whenever you toil And wherever you roam May these words resonate in the heart of your home For be it weathered or wounded or heartsick or sad Some trails are better than others Some days good Others bad But it’s the voyage of each step The intrigue of the unknown That allows each explorer to be true unto thy own For a journey isn’t marked by where you’re from Or miles towed It’s the seeds strewn along the trail as you go With each endeavor sprouts flowers, plants, rivers, and trees Embellishing the way with whimsical ease And someday, perhaps not too far ahead Towards the end of the passage as you lay down your head While life’s inevitable end draws bitterly close You can look back upon the journey Your weary feet chose And view the beautiful garden you, yourself laid For we are all merely gardeners in this magnificent parade Nurturing love Averting strife Sowing memories of this Great Big Wonderful Life
January Joyce is a retired civil servant with 28+ years in state and federal systems, who’s enjoying her rocking chair years with a wine glass in her hand, crafting stories.
Ah! You have brought new meaning and lush imagery to “it’s the journey”!