the desert i wander now
is dry and barren
and You cannot afford
to feed the useless within me
i rest assured that
every cut made against
my rough bark exterior
is surgical
patient Gardener that You are
coaxing the fruit from within me
demanding more from each leaf
where i’d lay down with less
seeing streams
where i only see
heartbreak
each branch You break
to make room
for something more beautiful
and i long to become
the garden You see