re ar ran g ed

i sweep clean
the temple garden
as Your visit is
made known today.
 
i am asked to be
aware and in know
of all You may
wish of me to show
 
and so gladly  
with much of heart
i plunge to redo
a spring in haste
 
the wispy weeds  
i neatly pull
i comb the moss
and trim the shrubs  
 
the fence I mend
and drain the pipes
i shower and water  
every growth of green
 
autumn leaves, i rake
them afar, out of sight  
in a heap, to be scorched  
after You leave
 
i crawl and crop and exult
all herewith to bloom
keeper of riotous pattern
i shove and dig and prune
 
each sprout i coax
and tend and tame
with no askance  
of any ache or woe
 
a gladsome garden  
of true delight
i fashion forthwith
with swiftest stride

bursting blossoms
and flourishing fruits
pluvial petals of
perennial peonies too
 
a garden of envy
perfectly pruned
midway between  
vain and honest pride
 
after much wait,
the Master is here
trampling unheeded  
ah! here You come
 
through impish glee
You continue toward
the cherry tree
and shake it hard
 
helplessly, i watch with
empty mouth, as You  
bestrew littered leaves  
even more around anew.