In God’s Garden

Filed under: Poetry — 12 December 1999 @ 6:34 pm

I hope, I pray, for dependence
day, when I die, and rely,
solely on Him. Mountains
invade my space, peek up from the ground
as I gaze toward the sky…
They cannot be moved.

Nor can I climb.
All I have is belief, and little
of it, just a grain of sand…
Yet it lies upon a rock, higher
than all the rest. No horizon
is too high, too far to explore.
I am one with the rock, together
all barriers are smashed to pieces…

The mountains are large, evil eyes peer
down on this creature, demeaning
my heart and limiting my vision.
As they close in, I cry out…

Then, only then, the sun reaches down
to lift me up. Darkness lingers,
the sun overwhelms. All is light.
No fear, standing on the rock,
focused on the sun,
none can stand, except by His power.

December 12, 1999
Garden of the Gods, CO

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