I’ll bury all the worries again
germinate a seed with thick wood,
I’ll bury it deep with the help
my black starry soil,
The spore will penetrate all
and begin to rot.
The seed aches
I’ll water it daily with a spoon
full of tears,
my worldly grief produces death.
Burdened with scarring
my branches reach for
From the God that dwells inside me.
She is really the one awaiting my
sea of bloom.
I have finished off another pasture,
plowing away grace and beauty. Beloved,
for my heart has no more confidence
in God to bestow the truth,
redemption begins with genuine love for oneself.
For she who is in me
is greater than she who is in