For Brian, On His Graduation

Life loves trust: it soil prepares
That seeds enchant’d by heart’s-will grow
To flourish under Son’s good Light
Which, tended, must at some point go

To seek and find new garden soil
Where love-grown beings with care may till
So labor’s gifts with kindness toil
That trust frees growth with its gentle will

And now, as gardeners we release
Those whom we’ve tended; sheltered; known;
And pray they find their own sweet peace
And forward pay what love has grown.