A Garden On The Plain by Mark Spencer

I Have Longed Within My Soul,
Like A Garden On The Plain.

I Need Someone To Make Me Whole,
Who Can Bring Life Giving Rain.

The Desert Sun Has Dried So Much,
And The Arid Winds Still Blow.

I Have To Feel Love's Gentle Touch
If My Garden Is To Grow.

Martin Vann (67.28.93.115) -- Sunday, February 2 2003, 11:05 pm

This is a poem for the masses
Mark, knowing you as I thin I do, I think this is one of your early poems. I say this because having read and and felt the words of your other works, I think you have since this poem was pened, found the tools and methods for growing ROSES on solid rock. I understand this poem, I think its clear. Now, I want to read more about how you learned to make gardens flourish in the deserts of the human sole.

Martin

Mark Spencer (152.163.207.179) -- Wednesday, February 5 2003, 01:54 am

Yes, this poem is 15 years old.
Yes, Martin you are correct, this poem is 15 years old. It was of another time in my life. That was my second age of poetry. It gave birth to poems like "A Castle Made Of Sand", "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams", "The Photograph", my short story "Coma" and my narrative "Nightmare". It was a darker time for me. I believed as so many do, that the darkness could only be driven away with the coming of my soul mate. I would then be complete and the darkness would fade. My soul mate eventually came, but the darkness did not leave me. Eventually it was driven away by the only one who had the power to achieve such task. Me. Many things occurred in my life, that l won't get into right now, that led me to this understanding; the only light capable of driving away my darkness was that which came from within me. Life and God taught me that. I am a son of God, as are you, all of you, sons and daughters of God, and no power in this world can bring you down. Life has done it's worst, and I have found it's power wanting. My garden will continue long after I have gone the way of my ancestors. The fruits of my garden are the poems I share and the good works of my labors. If even one person is touched by that, they will bear that fruit to their own garden. If another is touched by their labors, the cycle will carry on beyond the generations of my line. That knowledge alone is enough to pierce any darkness, and cause a garden like mine to grow even on stone. Thank you again Martin, for your kind words.

Mark

Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.137) -- Saturday, February 22 2003, 12:39 am

If we learn from our experiences, our garden experiences the rain of life and love.

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