Fill My Heart

Fill my heart with bird song, with leaves growing up reaching towards the light.  Fill my heart with green nurturing hopeful growth.  Nothing looks back in the garden.  Fill my heart with the sunlight filtered through leaves; the bright warmth of hopeful morning.

Shine light into the dark spaces so sadness cannot pool there.  Sing bird song to the recesses so that dark weighted words cannot dwell there.  Scatter darkness with warmth so that hate and sorrow have no foothold and only love can grow there.  Water the flowers so that the weeds cannot strangle them.  Fill my heart with the peace of a budding promise, that, like spring, brings hope to a garden.

On the wings of tiny cheeping birds fly the sad thoughts away.  Burn the darkness with the sun and reveal the hope for tomorrow.  Tend my heart with the care of a master gardener.