butchsodapop:

I. Spring

I met God in the saintless streets of my heart

She said, “I love you like this”

And flowers sprang from the earth.

She laughs and it rains and I see her standing beneath a fig tree

I am on my knees before her, calling out

“This is Holy Land”

II. Summer

I watch God pull a peach from the tree and notice

The sun, warm on the skin of her shoulders

I stare and she fills our baskets and we leave

We sit on a hill and I ask God about Eve

She says, “Peaches were her favorite”

I eat the whole harvest and she forgives me anyway.

III. Fall

I gather wheat from the fields and God hands out water to the harvest workers

She says, “You grew here from the earth just the same”

I put my feet on the dirt and feel at home.

I wonder the purpose of chickens when they no longer lay eggs

And ask her, laughing, “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”

“Love,” she say, “first it is always love”

IV. Winter

We pull carrots from the land and God laughs as I stain my mouth orange eating them

She points to the stars that normally aren’t there

And she and I dance with them

I wake in the middle of the night yearning for the growing season

She writes me a love letter in an evergreen tree

She says “There is always time left to grow.”