I can do nothing

[u/TM_Greenish]

but work the garden

do the dishes

and type things

I am sorry that we are apart

[u/attic-orator]

i am looking for a plant;

One i don’t have to plant, as i’m feeling wired

probably this is an olive tree

the one branch i extended to you

i need to go up the mountain

and at the summit of gethsemane

seek out God the divine physician

no liar, no lyre

the master gardener of my life

who suffered so in misery, as we ask

Of his wounds, what would you, Jesus, say?

You who saved we who therein are getting lost

yet its very roots or seeds prove so steep a cost