The Search in the Garden

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I search for God in the garden-
Often unintentionally-
My soul goes where my mind
Longs not to take me.
I don’t search in the way one
Might for lost keys
Or paper and pen.
I search in ways indescribable-
In ways I do not even know-
Like the cardinal that lands
On a low branch and,
For a moment,
Glances in my direction.
And I could swear there is
Intent in those avian eyes-
Reminding me of those passed on,
Gone to a place I haven’t.
I search without searching-
While I am growing things
To be harvested someday.