Of all my ideas for posts that I mentioned last week, since it’s already written, sharing this first affords me more time offline. Probably going to do the coconut oil post next since the company has been asking me when I’m going to write it (I’m not obligated to, but they did send me free product and it is awesome, so I’m happy to do it…)
Anyways, for now…
Thanks, Fred, for letting me share your newest poem here.
Barefoot Pilgrim (Genesis 2:7, 3:8)
The rain arrived at night,
A steady, gentle soaking
Filling the garden soil with lifeblood,
Loosening unwelcomed roots,
Preparing a welcome mat for morning’s barefoot pilgrim.
Dirty hands were never so clean,
Smeared on flesh, trapped under nails –
Proof of sanctification.
Though roots pierced deeply into garden’s heart,
The weeds disappeared.
Come, Barefoot Pilgrim, walk through your garden.
Dig gentle hands deep into root-ridden soil.
Dig, till the last hairy tendril slips silently out,
Till nothing is left to sap sustenance
From good seed you’ve sown.
Come, Barefoot Pilgrim, tread softly,
Gingerly upon this fertile soil,
Breaking no bruised reed,
Snapping no failing branch,
But binding them up, infusing new life,
Till your garden feeds a hungry world
And its fragrance clears our choking air.
Come quickly, Barefoot Pilgrim!