Gardener's Prayer

Accept my work,
if you can,
as a kind of prayer
from one who has trouble believing,
yet who can trace
your face
in a vase of flowers.

Perhaps you see
your hand
in my deeds of creation;
in dirt-stained knees
your memory
of kneeling in clay.

I know I trust
in the up-thrust of buds in the Spring,
just as you trust
each birth
that bursts out on earth…