Garden of wounds

each petal peals the Light in my dying eyes: this is worth it. Here, meet immortality, here there is no reference to materialism & associates., here, I meet You, Yeshua.

I met You as a child, and then it was hard. You died in the tombstones we constructed. You waited in the shreds of my dawns; in the garden of vacant prayers we prayed to our own greed. But here, like this, I see You, my eyes shut wide to defense. And am taken, all over again,by the greatest Light. Right in the apple of my eye. Resurrecting my core, like a tree, planted by streams of Living Waters. Healing me with Your wounds. Peace-ing me with Your storms. Binding me with Your Tears. You’re breaking my heart, in all the right places. Abba. Gratitude.

^{Photograph: Bozhin Karaivanov}