No Power Tools

You never garden with power tools
No, you delight in the humble earthworm
You take pleasure in the slow decay of vegetation
In the process of rock eroding into soil

You work quietly in the darkness
Employing the transformational powers of weakness, illness, and failure
No wonder we don’t see you
All we've ever recognized is brute force

Help me abandon corrupting power and quick fixes
Let me join you in your hidden work
Measuring not by minutes but generations
Perceiving your deeper way
Moving in harmony with you