My thoughts so easily jumble
Joining my dreams like a pile of rubble
I tasted
I saw
I thought it was good
But the Giver is better
He understood
I needed to love more deeply
To take each moment meekly
The gift given
The gift taken
Both His love’s token
And though my soul still crumples
When I see Him
Every burden tumbles
He is loosening my roots in this forlorn world
Beginning my transplantation
For His kingdom yet to be unfurled
My rubble of dreams
Is not what it seems
But freshly turned soil
With dead things ploughed under
Life will uncoil
It is right then
That I feel dug-up and out of place
My Gardener
He is preparing me for a different space
Than where I now reside
I am not being cast aside
~MJ
