“Baba, the Gardener”

There is a wise gardener:
Hair of early morning spider’s webs.
Skin of rainbow dewdrops.
Hands of sun‑kissed butterfly wings.
Eyes of newborn suns.
Limbs of love,
Nose of rose.
Heart of the singing universe.
Feet of the fulfilled family.
Heaven rests on His sparkling smile.

Nails of thorns,
He weeds sunken souls!
Sows seeds.
In Truth
His garden grows.
His flowers are we­
The Gardener within.

                              ~Anthony, Malta

                                                     Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Dec. 1971