A divine opportunity
When the razing began, I thought
the garden walls would go first,
(romantic that I am) – a flood of love
upending my neglected grounds,
enabling a long-hoped-for hidden eden.
But You began with the house, my shelter,
dismantling it down to the bare slab,
me too numb to foresee or care anymore
what subsequent half-structure will take its place,
simply trusting it will be apt.
This ruination holds neither hope nor shame.
Like any other death, of spirit or flesh,
it’s merely a naked opportunity for something
to be built beyond the outmoded purpose of the original structure.
O child of God, approach your undoing
with the God-given composure of faith.