Footsteps in My Garden
Why didn’t I make it clear?
Why did it seem to all
that my gate was open wide?
Why did I unveil all that seeded in my heart?
Why did I invite the treacherous,
who would tread upon the life I meant to grow?
Why didn’t I keep my head aimed low,
tending flowers?
Why did time after time,
I give thoughtfulness
to those who would not possess it?
Why did I expect full truth and full compassion
To start growing in souls carved of stone?
Why did I winter over in pain,
dying among crushed and ruined flowers?
Why did I rise to rebuild myself in spring,
when over and over, they would come again,
without regard, without respect,
to block the sun I long awaited,
to steal the rain I patiently collected,
to stomp the surface as life emerged,
to silently destroy the design intended here?
-kara