Truth and beauty

garden
I do not have to go
To Sacred places
In far-off lands.
The ground I stand on
Is holy.
Here, in this little garden
I tend
My pilgrimage ends.
The wild honeybees
The hummingbird moths
The flickering fireflies at dusk
Are a microcosm
Of the universe.
Each seed that grows
Each spade of soil
Is full of miracles.
And I toil and sweat
And watch and wonder
And I’m full of love.
Living in place
In this place.
For truth and beauty
Dwell here.

Mary de la Valette