God's Garden

In the morning
when my feet are naked,
cold and unattractive--

when my feet are nowhere near the softness
of a green and growing lawn
wet with dew,

let me admire
basil and dill seeds
that were given
as a gift of hope.

Let me dream about purple cabbage
and leeks, forget-me-nots
and marigolds,
that send delicate tongues
from the earth
to suckle the sun

like love at the breast
and love that is only understood
by touching the heart
that is cultivated
in God's garden.