God’s Garden

 

My four year old daughter asked

if I would listen to her heart and 

so I flattened my large ear to 

her chest and listened to it beat.

She then asked if she could hear mine 

and placed her small ear on my chest.

She observed it was “slow” and then 

shared something that shook me,

“Maybe God is digging up his yard to plant a garden.”

It was as if Keats himself had 

materialized in her mini-mind

and gave a little push to create 

something bordering on pure poetry.

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