The Gardener

The Gardener
by Wemi Omotosho

I’d heard it said.
Rumours, whispers, conversations.
Masses declared it.
Proclamations of hope
that He made all things new.
I looked around the muck
saw the mess and dirt.
How can He make this new?

Wanting to live like His daughter
but failing to do better
hypocrisy nipped at my heels.
This ground is nothing special
its potential nothing crucial.
Yes, He’s the loving Lamb
but surely I’ve made His heart numb,
would He want to make this new?

But I’d heard it said.
Masses affirmed it
that He made all things new.
Having nothing worthy to offer
my ground with its patchy growth and thorns I proffered.
Then the Gardener began.
Uprooted dead works and sowed fruit trees
watered the dry soil and nurtured seedlings.

And I?
I watched in wonder
as new life bloomed in a once messy pit.
I reached the end of me and He took over
He took my dirt and made a garden out of it.

Wemi Omotosho, PhD wears many hats as a scientist, entrepreneur, and writer. Currently, she lives with her husband and two children in London, UK. Wemi is active in her local church as a vocalist in the worship team, a bible study writer, and a coordinator for the public relations department. In her downtime, she can usually be found with her nose in a book or writing poetry. She is in constant awe of God’s love for her despite her mess. She shares her reflections and poems at www.reflectionsinthemess.com. Instagram: @reflectionsinthemess
Twitter: @WemiOmotosho