The Good Lord in His Garden Sought

It takes a strange courage, to love without reward

Without return, like the shinning naked

That reflects neither the face of the Beloved

 

Or the attachment, just shinning like fire

Mirroring purity, pursuing soul

Half-beast, half-star, all for the glory!

 

It takes an old horse in the heart

To find the bridge to all villages

It takes the suffering of no escape

 

To turn back to self with metaphors of transcendence

And dissolve, like how water in the fields sinks

Like how soma in the suns glitter

 

Like how streams in the moon haunt

It takes a peculiar surrender

To let go of the gardens we once tended

 

Until we too must depart all we ever loved

Frail as rain in April, hard as radishes in January

Reviews

[Marie]

Lovely imagry, especially the last stanza...

[Prolific In Verse]

That's life I guess eh Marie *opens palms*