Exceptional

Poem about faith in a stacked 5-7-5 suite.

A Fruitful Encounter

by LisaMay

I glimpsed our future: the narrowing of my days lit by slanted light. Voiced in harsh rebuke, judgmental criticisms will rain down on me... more oblique comments digging to undermine me without foundation. My earth will then crack. I will fall into that void where seeds become stones. I’ll become stilted; framed within warped compartments in a sunless space. And I will wither. Or maybe I’ll be strangled. This garden lacks love. Some gardens are dust; some lie under cracked concrete, but I seek green’s growth. Now on fertile ground, a runner bean flourishing, I’ve outstripped my past. When bent in hard times, weary under crush of snow, His staff held me firm. I’m tied to Him now, entwined in His loving arms, faithful in sun’s glow. In His safe arbor, ’midst a forest of friendship, each shoot can stand tall. The way was so long; petals were crushed underfoot but I did blossom.