A Teaching Worth The Lesson
I’m in the Garden
But every fruit is bitter or decaying
The trees are brittle and rotten
But I’m in the garden, am I trippin?
A garden with no fruit?
Trees with no roots?
I willingly partake in the delusional mirage
I’m a gardener, my thumb is green
Restoration is required of me
I give what I am
With no desire or expectation of a return
Even the stream is salty
I guess you gotta live so you can learn
I dig, but am never dugged in return
My heart, like ash, is hidden in a cleft in an urn
I’ll only remember it here and there
Memories boomerang in my heart
The One who watches the sparrow cares
Water from a rock and manna from Heaven
The love I desire is invisible
An inimitable lesson
“You should not think the Devil cares much about you: the battle is against Christ in you. If you were not in Christ, the Devil would never trouble you.”
