Video, Poem originally posted May 4, 2020 - The Gated Garden
You wanted into my garden.
Wanted this wild flower.
Be prepared to see
my imperfections, as I am
pulling up weeds
planting new seeds, growing
maturing into my purpose
on Earth.
You wanted in my garden.
To see this wild flower.
Be prepared for the storms,
for when it rains it pours,
things may appear muddy
with puddles of tears
everywhere
when the sun doesn’t shine
on my life.
Wanted this wild flower.
Be prepared to see
my imperfections, as I am
pulling up weeds
planting new seeds, growing
maturing into my purpose
on Earth.
You wanted in my garden.
To see this wild flower.
Be prepared for the storms,
for when it rains it pours,
things may appear muddy
with puddles of tears
everywhere
when the sun doesn’t shine
on my life.
