grows fervently and unpredictable
taking over the garden of my life
that I have so carefully cultivated
The fragrant vines wind around
the perfectly pruned trees
of my piousness
reducing them to unruly
clumps of growth
And I am so terrified
that the climbing ropes
will obscure the pretty path
I have created for myself
that I hack at them desperately with shears --
wrestling the tendrils reaching for me
until I am left panting and sweating
exhausted by my efforts
to tame what can never be tamed
And there is nothing left to do
but to lie back and rest
in the wild beauty
of his unrelenting love
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