My poem for this week is based on Genesis 1 in the bible. I often forget how separate from God we were, and the miracle it is to have been brought back into relationship with him. I pray that this poem causes you to think more about the friend we have in Jesus and brings the gospel to the forefront of your mind.
My tears dried up in an instant,
At the sound of your voice.
I was transported back in time,
To a garden,
Where the breeze whistled,
The birds sang,
The trees smiled,
The flowers danced,
And you welcomed me with open arms.
Not despising my troubled heart,
But welcoming me into the beautiful garden,
That was yours.
But I had lost my place within this garden when I left,
I thought you were angry,
When I did not heed your warning,
And fell into the gulf that my pride and selfishness created between us.
I forgot what your voice sounded like,
And unbeknownst to me,
My tears filled up the gulf that had become my home,
I thought I was okay on my own,
Until I realized I was drowning.
So when I heard your voice again,
Calling me up to your outstretched arms,
I was surprised.
I thought you were angry,
That our friendship could not be mended,
I thought the trees would no longer smile at me,
That the birds would no longer sing,
And that the flowers would stay still.
But despite my apprehension,
You reached down into the gulf,
And lifted me out with your scarred hands.
Hands that looked very different than before,
Hands that had been injured,
To welcome me back.
I looked around,
And realized that the garden had been made new,
Or maybe it was I that was new.
The birds and the flowers,
They sang and danced to a new song,
And there was place for me now among them,
Like there had never been before.
The garden was now mine,
Just as much as it was yours,
And with the smile of the trees gracing my lips,
And the song of the birds on my tongue,
I decided then,
That I would discard my pride and selfishness,
Accepting our relationship on your terms,
A friendship where I place my trust and hope,
Completely in you,
So that everything else that separated us,
Is left behind.

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