In the light of a sombre garden

A lone female form sits waiting for the impossible.

From the face of a surrogate gardener

A smile emerges as if fire.

Grief hides her consciousness within

As an incarnate hand touches, yet urging her to turn

To face a deity, still in temporal human form.

Revolving through nature’s reflex she looks.

A smiling countenance peers in question

Asking the inconceivable catechism.

The woman sees nonentity -

An emblem of grief through tears.

A gardener speaks of time and space

Of things larger than the universe, cognition returning,

Touching in belief she stirs

Releasing her joy through exultation and benediction.

A union of two souls merge with the dawn of this new age,

Nature chants in unison as the prophecy foretold

Fanfares the animate call to life of Lazarus.

The garden will never be the same – the imprint of life is too strong.

A crowd of disciples gather to witness their waking dream

Questions and answers transported through elation and joy.

Of Him, who they ask, answers donated

Towards the future and destiny the consultants encounter.

Revelation and Epiphany as this rarely occur twice thus

We the vessels of ultimate salvation should bear witness

To events in a sombre garden changed now eternally

By the hand of a gentle gardener.