The Hose

It jerked back and forth, twisted side to side
It needed to be still, for the water to flow right
It curled up some more, the direction was lost
Water spray not directable to the plants.

The plants kept dying, the garden looked parched
though there was a hose, with water supply.
Each time the gardener attempted to work
this hose came alive and destroyed his job

The hose it appeared, just seemed determined
to sabotage the purpose, for which it was bought
prancing everywhere, except where told
redirecting the routes the water was to go.

Asked by the tap to which it was attached
“Why dear hose do you fret so?”
It replied,”I am trying to help, I cannot be still,
for fear that a beautiful garden may never be.”

Your fear however, responded the tap

Is fast ensuring the dreaded will be

you have no control of the greatest need

your fretting surely make your fears come true!

Do that which you can, the best that you know

without contamination of a fearful heart

Trusting always that with faith we can always soar

Above any challenge that may come our way !

 

 

 

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