Soul Gardening

Soul Gardening

Even now, after all these years

I don’t know who I am.

I’m still learning.

Who knew

it would take so long

to figure out…

not me.

For years

I looked outwards

to the world for answers,

but finally realized

the answers were never there.

They’ve always been here,

inside of me.

So, I’ve become a gardener,

picking through the weeds

of my soul

to find the hidden flowers.

Looking inward


to that still, dark space

within my heart

where truth waits patiently

to be unearthed.

I dig now, daily

but not with a shovel,

or even a spade.

With just my fingers,

ever so gently

lifting away the layers

of preconceived notions

of society’s pablum

searching for the tiny kernels of truth,

digging for the seeds of knowledge

that I know dwells

hidden within the soil of my soul.

Rose Steedley Williams

©Southernstoryteller~2009