Gardens Grow Their Keepers (Day 7) #442

I wait for water
deepest in well
so cold it hurts your hands

I serve Mystery itself 
go where few men know
Truth our only Friend

I’ve mapped failure on my own 
pursuing selfish plans
life one shot at learning wrong 
ignorance breeds repetition's wrath

I’ve sung out ugly songs
foolish words lies and such
purpose chance overcome
takes surrender every man

I’ve matured much last 4 years
prayed daily for Guidance clear
gardens grow their keepers here

I desired to be
being I am. 


Day Gun