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God is breaking promises

walking in and out of orchard

on legs of marble

plays behind curtains

unseen

while my hands and feet

seek blindly

trusting and betrayed

 

feel the cool ground beneath me

wander meekly

in and out of orchard

groping  for the fruit of

healing

 

while God

walking in and out of orchard

on flesh and bone legs

naked

and unashamed

in the garden

tending

tender the fingers

but firm

moves his strong hand

against my thigh

grows in me

new skin