Garden of Becoming

 

Garden of Becoming
We live in a world already planted,
yet still being planted—
old roots beside new shoots,
earth unfinished, horizon leaning forward.I wish to be made better,
to forget much of each day—
not the light or kindness,
but the dust of petty storms.Goodness flows from the wisest use of talent:
gifts spent outward, not hoarded—
color laid like bread, silence held like shelter.Faith is sight and knowledge joined—
not blind leap, but fog lifting
to reveal the path already there.Every thought that passes through the mind
wears and tears it,
yet deepens its roots.
We walk this living field daily,
choosing what will scar
and what will nourish.In this half-made world,
may we plant with care,
forget what withers,
spend our gifts,
see with faith,
and let our thoughts root us deeper
toward the bloom we were meant to become.