This past week, I’ve been low on inspiration. I feel bad for not blogging at all last weekend, but I was just exhausted and I didn’t want to post when my heart wasn’t in it. Today I am still exhausted because work isn’t getting any easier, but I have a poem to share with you. I wrote it over the summer, and I hope you will enjoy it!
A Garden Built by Thieves
Vagrants, perhaps, we shall become
Wandering, ever searching
Though better seen as pilgrims, some
For we follow what is holy.
Goodness grows no longer here
In this garden built by thieves
We toiled so to keep the ground clear
But there is nothing now but weeds.
This place we loved, now overrun
Invaded by beetles and thorns
The disease here will not be undone
And all life remaining mourns.