Poetry of Your Making

When you are open like a garden, be holy to my discovery and know to be known, seen, and bloom. I am a flower and in a garden of hope, meaning, and in love with a dynamic of poetry and know to be of nature to its being for the sake of being discovered and as open and seen as a morning glory. The garden and I are a glory to its being as it grows into the glory of an unknown to known state of its making. When you are a woman of the age, be open to what it does; it creates life and opens the way to life. You are a glory, oh maker, as is the making.

When you open, open with God and pray it works in its tier of being late and for being known for its purpose and its meaning as a garden of the age.