a poem in my pocket

A ghazal (pronounced “guzzle”)

memories softened by time passed far away from lush green grass of home
by day children played, at night bunnies strayed across green grass of home.

life disappointments and tears trickle, even envy may green-prickle when
seems the other side of white picket fence enjoys greener grass of home.

invest in ground cover with copious hours and sweat like lover; in winter recover
sow & fertilize, grow & water, mow & rake, for lawn’s sake, greenest grass of home.

learn to see beauty best in natural spaces that sprout with dandelions’ sunny faces
content as a lark who builds nest to rest, near prairie-tall green grasses of home.

at the end of my days, i’ll sleep under sod, then awake amazed in presence of God
to know my soul has reached heaven’s goal: the sweet shalom-green grass of home.