Lord of all gardens

The garden’s soaked in sunlight where,
Marooned in my mortality,
I stand and murmur common prayer:
Lord of all gardens, pray for me.

Mysteriously float the scents
Of herb and flower, grass and tree.
My cat hunts slyly by the fence.
Lord of all gardens, pray for me.

Where the sky above me stands
Clouds’ silent music’s drifting free.
My mind is still. So are my hands.
Lord of all gardens, pray for me.

With the wide world, or all alone;
Whether in air, on land or sea,
My heart won’t turn to sand or stone –
Lord of all gardens, pray for me.