Life is a Garden



The nut tree stands tall above the rooftop of the blue house next door. Woody husks split wide open, forced to break and spit their fruit to the ground. The passerby stops to fill his stretched shirt... The squirrel busily gathers his winter stash... The Tall man and "his girl" wear out knees filling buckets to crack, and roast these gifts golden brown. A few blocks down, over the bridge and go left, the woman grey and girl not half grown sit in a room behind a white door. As the words from the mouth of the girl half grown spill forth speaking of things she should never have endured, the rain from her eyes start to fall... I doubt she's aware of the garden and seeds being sown in her heart, right here, right now. And that every drop of her tears are being used to water them. And that there is one who tends to these things, hoe in hand He prepares the soil of her heart to receive... to grow into a beautiful tree named life... her life... her babies life... The woman grey knows... She bows her head... 

Nehemiah 9:6
You give life to everything, and the multitudes of heaven worship You.

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