Maybe I’ll Start a Garden

Because the calendar doesn’t determine when meaning comes and goes,

and my life doesn’t have to burn in order to feel new

I am not starting fresh;

I am in and out of bloom

I create beauty around me,

and notice when it happens too.

No matter the season,

I don’t have to mourn

I don’t need a reason to feel anger or scorned

The sun could beat down,

and some feel the burn

but I know God is good

and wants me to learn:

How to endure

How to save my breath

to not look at March as promised death

but instead a reminder of the way I was formed

With the guidance of grace

Urging me not to turn bitter

Instead it whispers in flowers

that I’ll find strength at the end of each Winter

So my roots only deepen further into the ground

Although I crave to be held, I know

My salvation is not found

in the easy way out

or the result of the fall

God did something different,

and showed me how to give someone

my all.