we are God’s garden

by Jeff Rainwater, 20 April 2017, Cheyenne, WY

Dark, fertile, earth hides
under my fingernails.
Compost’s sharp scent
fills my nostrils.
Aching back protests
a good day’s effort
in my garden.

I become aware
sometimes new life
needs a little help.

And I wonder,
Does God enjoy
getting hands
dirty as I do?

We are God’s garden.

“the Lord God formed the human
from the topsoil of the fertile land
and blew life’s breath into his nostrils.
The human came to life.”

-Genesis 2:7, CEB

patience

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This poem brought to you by spending a day in our modern air transit system.
by Jeff Rainwater, 31 March 2017, Denver International Airport

A
fragile
resource
doomed ever
to encounter
inexhaustible
demand.
Wait
for
it…

revelation


In honor of our daughter, Emma
by Jeff Rainwater, 14 March 2017, Cheyenne, WY

Her world breaks
before her questions
are ever spoken.
Will the breaking
be met with tears
or curiosity?
Maybe both.

Is there a Santa Claus?
Yes, why do you ask?
Are you Santa Claus?

Yes.

A new world is born.
Less magic perhaps
yet even more love.
Mantle passed,
look out world!
A new Santa has
arrived.