I have known him for a long time, over thirty years and yet there are moments I feel I don't know him at all.
He will say something, or does something that I have never heard or seen him do before.
As if he has turned over a stone,
I see a moist fertile ground underneath,
ripe for seeding and
one is planted with a whisper,
"I never knew that before..."
Have you ever felt the air change, though there isn't a breeze, and sets sail.
Relationships are like a garden. We hold seeds, waiting for the right season to plant them. Waiting can be hard if we plant them too soon they might not take root when the sun warms and the rain softens the ground, a seed drops and we gently cover it wondering if it can take the entirety of our hope and grow.
Then waiting carefully not to pull at it, or pick at the little green things that might appear, believing in it we water it, shelter it, give it room to grow without weeding it to death.
...With a gentle hand.
Tender and true through the seasons it becomes, change colors, grows anew, endures pruning and stagnation, blooms.
Then it seems they see for the first time.
As he goes on with his day I thought to myself isn't life incredible, challenging, fearless? It is easy to become caught up in the day forgetting to see the tender new growth, the underline hope, the smell of rain, the sun warming our back, more so it is easy not to notice the person right in front of us, their inner song, the beating of their heart,
the source that passes between us,
Ah, let it grow deep within the garden of our love.