No. 15

My hands, in cool dirt

The garden, first provision

Where am I rooted?


Calling from the ground

Eden- as it was to be

It’s here, my first home


Beauty and full-ness

On display in this garden

Pleasant sights, nourished


Until I return

Planting, pruning, and caring

Dirt to dirt, amen?


(Also known asĀ Garden Haiku, pt. 2. Garden Haiku, pt. 1 here.)

No. 4

I experience

God in glimpses, like the way

Sunlight squeezes in


Through uneven cracks

In my old blinds, room by room,

As they day goes on


I chase it & then

Before I’m aware, I hide

From what’s creeping in


As sure as the Sun

Rises, I want to trust God

& see Him in full