God is my Gardener

I have allowed God
to be my gardener lately,
leaving the yard
to his discretion,
and to be truthful He hasn't
done that great of a job.
the weeds are out of control.
bushes have leaped
the fence. the bird bath
has disappeared.
the grass is high.
the ivy runs wild.
it's a jungle out there.
what must the neighbors think.
I should get to it at some
point.
put the boots on
to protect me from snakes,
the gloves, get the shears,
the shovel, the rake.
just forge through the mess
that He's made.