Vol 13, Num 10 :: 2014.05.16 — 2014.05.29
Planted by one while I was gone,
three bushes, small and evergreen
directly under three windows.
Garden house embellished. Thoughtful gift …
Quick glance at three-on-three…
right brain sighs silent “Ohhh, no!”
It’s too … too perfect. Too ordered … uninspiring.
Asymmetry energizes my senses, awakens them
to languish in its uniqueness…artistry in imperfect beauty.
What is it they say about singing or playing
pleasant music to plants for them to prosper?
I sang no songs, nor did they hear symphonies,
and every time I glanced their way, I envisioned
an artful arrangement of four healthy bushes growing there.
The three did not thrive. No, they never grew.
Yet, His eyes search me out.
Each full-eyed gaze floods my depths with hope.
He beams sun-love into my garbled, asymmetrical roots,
flings beauty in bursts of iridescent showers,
ribbons evening skies with breathtaking brilliance,
sketches towering silhouettes in turquoise sky at dusk.
Soothes famished soul with the thrush’s lilting evening calls.
No boring, squared-off hedges. No strict, ruled-straight lines.
No exactly-etched lifelines that edge out living true.
His ever-artful pursuit endless.
His love relentless, He sings songs of deliverance to me.
I grow stronger in violent surges of soul-whipping winds,
flooding rains that threaten to uproot.
I prosper, spirit energized by His permeating presence,
showering, covering me
with a love that feeds, warms … sustains. Cherishes.
My feet planted in nourishing soil,
my face lifts to Him, drinking in His nurturing gaze.
Soft, curving rainbows of promise grace my growth,
trimmed only when straggly, unruly branches grow out of place.
Beautifying His beloved for all to see…
one standing healthy, complete in Him.