You are a garden.

You are not a flower, 
You are a garden.
Eden in this season,
Harvest for the 
pleasure of God.

I have seen many sunrises and sunsets, 
Yet nothing compares to the beauty of your being. 
The light that originates with your smile.
The glory that commences from your gaze. 

The sun looks down with 
eager expectation during winter.
He longs for you to take root again. 
His desire is for spring,
When your petals break forth.

The sun refuses to give its light
So my heart freezes for you.
I have been a miss,
Since your absence is a mist.

I envy the ground that cultivates your seed.
Guarding your walls, 
Protecting  your growth. 
The earth giving its warmth to you. 

I desire to be the arms of your comfort, 
The embrace you find safety. 
The abode of your rest 
The shade of your contentment. 

By the sweat of my brow,
Will I tend to your needs. 
May the thorns of your stems be merciful
And your thistles be gracious to me. 

I look to the Lord, 
“O Father please guide me.”
Teach me Your ways, 
That I may care for her whole-heartedly, 
being gentle and kind 

For You are  the rivers in her desert, 
The highways in her wilderness
Before she calls You answer, 
While she yet speaks You hear from her.

May You receive the glory and honor and praise forever and always. 

Amen