Wednesday, September 16, 2020

The Worst That Could Happen {A Poem}

 

What's the worst that could happen

If you set aside your spade,

Paused from cultivating the garden of your discontent,

Lopping off roses and counting thorns,

Planting what-ifs,

Blanketing if-onlys like mulch,

Harvesting heartache?


What's the worst that could happen

If you sowed your sorrows,

Buried shards of shattered heart,

Watered them with surrendered tears,

Offering your brokenness

That the God of resurrection

May transfigure it,

Blooming forth beauty of holiness

And joy from pain?


What's the worst that could happen

If you dared to believe

That God is cultivating--

Through the very desolation that you dread--

A glorious harvest beyond

Everything you thought you wanted?


What's the worst that could happen

If you yielded your crushed and bruised spirit

To the True Gardener

And dared to abide in hope

Of abundant and eternal fruit?