He makes my rough places a plain

Seeds of chaos bloom

and there is no rest

Cut off from self,

I'm stuck

who will bring me back to me? 

Not how it's supposed to be 

This is ruined 

I wrecked it

or was I wrecked?

The weary victim/hero/villain.

Fear and trembling

overwhelm/peace

dark/light

chaos/order

fill me, flame me, restore me. 

Retracing trajectories
holding tightly
(held)

I can't ungrip your grip

because I'm not in control
But I'm lit
from a fire within
and without. 

My name, my joy

Leaping in yet untasted streams  

Alive in beauty 

Being known

to myself,

to God,

to others. 

Such a beautiful garden 

Each flower, precious

unique and special to the gardener

planted, tended

nurtured,

pruned. 

Growing,

together.