works of words

I think I understand,

Life is not a wilder-land, but a garden still.

I think I understand,

Not to be a preacher or teacher or a tiller of the earth,

But a tiller of ones heart, of the soul, of the wonder of it all.

Life is not a wilder-land but a garden one must till.

Seeing is not believing, believing is not faith, trusting is!

Life is not a wilder-land but a garden still.

Life is wonder-full, yet a garden one must till.