Garden: A Poem

Perhaps the darkness

is the soil cushioning

the seed,

a warm dormancy

preparing me

for the light that is to be.

Perhaps we started

in a garden

that we might see

the power of cultivation,

the work of new creation,

that we would praise Him

in verdant celebration

as we watch God breathe

blooms into our lives

and knit stories from

every midnight.

I surrender every darkness

to the Son light,

that I just might

be the garden

it all started in.