Hope (Part 4 of 6)

overgrown garden

She passes by her garden,
much of its fruit now eaten by foxes, and overgrown with weeds;
on her way back from another place, that she tends instead.

With tears in her eyes she stops,
remembering how that it was here, that the handsome King found her,
in this place of young romantic dreaming.

Why has her desire been
to please her mother’s sons,
who secretly despise her gift,
and help them in their vineyards instead?

Her garden was an inheritance,
a gift from her doting father;
a playground of delights and adventure,
which a woman rarely gets.

And in this place her passions
had found sacred expression,
and her Creator’s love,
watching over her,
gave her peace.

“Is there hope for this place again?”
she wondered.

A breeze rustled in the trees,
dancing back and forth as if
to hopefully get her attention.

Ever so tentatively,
she whispered,

“Yes Lord, I’m listening.”

Hunger (Part 3 of 6)

open door tree

Hand on her stomach, it grumbles,

a familiar feeling of late.

This ache for the tree of Life,

how long has it been?

She slows her pace,

allowing the others to pass,

on the way to their next meal.

There it is, her heart skips a beat!

a glimpse of the Tree along the path!

Or was it a whiff instead,

of it’s rare, living fruit?

So plain that most pass it by,

but a fruit that once you eat,

nothing else EVER tastes the same.


Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,

for they will be filled.

~ Matthew 5:6