That which is in me

I placed there long ago.

I cannot know the reason.

What remains is the feeling

an intuition of a soul my own.


It is a feeling of nurturing

the motherhood of the mind.

Therefore let me tend to it

as one tends a garden. Let me

foster its growth, according


to the love I afford all things

hoping that it shall bear fruit

however long it must ripen.

Let me tend to it all my days.

Even if it shall bear no fruit.

R. Charboneau

Artwork: Ivan Kramskoy – Christ in the Wilderness (1872)

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