The heart is wide and offers all, A river flowing to the sea. To catch the others when they fall, But none return to rescue me. To watch the world in golden pairs, A simple hand, a quiet gaze. The burden that the spirit bears, Within these long and lonely days. The water pours from hands so worn, To fill the cups of those in need. But standing in the light of morn, The gardener has no more seed. A quiet hope still burns within, That someone sees the hidden light. To find wh