On Bended Knee

It has occurred to me that one has truly surrendered to the garden, the earth and all of the things that spring forth from it and wriggle about within it: the colorful, the tasty, the spiny, the buggy and the slimy, yes, it has occurred to me that this journey has been nothing more basic than a measured act of supplication, humbly and earnestly beseeching the dirt beneath my toes, to sustain, to give forth, to provide.  It has occurred to me that when one has truly surrendered they no longer worry about dirt on their clothes and they give themselves over to lowering upon bended knee, to work, only mere inches from earth to nose in that awe inspiring medium from whence God Himself molded our physical form, knit together with His spirit. On my knees, hard fought and yet, it seemed so simple to me. Yes, it has taken a lifetime for me to give myself over to the garden, today I knelt down and felt that it was right, and thus I planted the seed.