Divinity Among the Thorns
by Elhanan Ben-Avraham
Sweet the Garden tended in dreams
of fruited trees of light and Life,
with pleasured players foremost in the mind
as fools of wisdom wasted
and outgrowth of thorns and thistle
in that garden of serpents left untended,
its players exiled to deserts
of cactus and futility,
or to swamps of slithering snakes
and the vampiric mosquito all
out of order defying capture,
awaiting the rescue though he tarry,
yet in courage unspeakable
left he the throne for the thorn
and walked the fallow garden
among them
pricked and pierced,
torn and tossed in vulnerability
to their rescue, defanging the
dolor of darkness, lighting
the candle in the acrid breeze
of polluted thought, in quietness
planting the Garden anew,
naked nailed to the tree of death,
cutting the path to the Tree of Life.
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Thank you for this wonderful poem. Our Savior “left the throne for the thorn”! What a blessing is our redemption in the Messiah!!