Little woodlouse
Crawling around
in quite the wrong place indoors;
how impatient you are to get on !
I must have transplanted you
to join the seeds I am sowing.
So now out you go,
onto the outside gravel
quite a shock to your system
landing with a bump.
But after all,
no living thing can
take a straightforward life
for granted.
( with apologies to Robert Burns )
A wonder you survived
our many absences !
I quite expected on return
to find you lifeless,
shriveled up.
But somewhere within your African heart
you know endurance.
Sunlover that you are,
your leaves now are parted;
a bud seeks its way to worship
showing the path for others.
Paradise is a garden, Eden reborn;
Let’s work in our gardens,
digging towards Easter,
Hoping to a catch a glimpse there
of the gardener.