My Eden

After a day of furious weeding,
I cook a quick meal
of curry chicken and peas
and sit on the porch

The evening sun filters in
and softly falls on the
peaceful madonna
that stands on the
chest-of-drawers,
teaching her Child to read.

The rose in the vase
has past its prime;
the dogwood bloom
bows in reverence.

My tired mind has ceased
its attentionless rambling.

God walks the earth.