The Merciful Gardener
“Come, see a man who told me
everything I ever did.” – John 4:29
It feels as if I’ve been buried here
forever, dehydrated, covered in dirt,
a crocus stagnant and frozen with scales
wrapped tight and tunic pointing skyward
waiting for signs of spring. And now
water trickles down, sunbeams warm the soil,
I can feel myself changing, breaking!
All I’ve ever done was wait and rot.
And then he – And then he showed me –
I am compelled to tell, can’t help but bloom –
Do you see how he knew just what I needed?
Do you see how he knew what I could do?