GARDEN

He came to the garden

Which the perfection of His skill

Had planted; yet there was a blight

On the ground, a frost in the air;

Sin was in the garden.

Yet He gave promises of life.

He came to the garden

- Was its name oil press or winepress? -

And there was fruitfulness to God

From a Man whose perfect life

Met its denouement there.

She came to the garden,

Darkness around, winter in her mind;

He found her

And noonday light and summer sun

Pierced her and embraced her.

He came to the garden -

His enclosed garden

And the valley was verdant,

The vine budded,

The pomegranates blossomed.

The love and life of the garden

Transported Him.