Sharp hoe and rake disturb the settled soil,
While shears, when used, will cleanly cut that limb,
And spade shall uproot weed as mortal foil,
Could tending life in gardens be more grim?
Disturb, uproot, and cut, ‘tis what we must,
When vibrant, happy flowers we intend,
Yes, courage to let go takes faith and trust,
Yet vital if ye seek thee to transcend,
True too with human gardens, don’t you see?
Tho merciless and callous it may seem,
To pull up roots and cut that bond from thee,
‘Tis oft the only way; thy soul to beam,
My Dear, I know it’s painful, but you’ll see,
Disturb your life and soon you’ll have your glee.
- Scott Alexander McKenzie