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in the garden of my heart God planted a mustard seed gave me the gloves & departed i gave the mustard seed love & devotion & for a while rooted myself in God’s ground and then the roots spread some into the soil & some into the gravel & in the gravel i found most of my sustenance the devil had found his way into my garden & his ashes spread over the fertile ground suffocating & sterilizing the roots in the soil of God found no water & withered until they crumbled like dust a ghost of ancient veins & for a while i found my happiness the devil can make rotten fruit taste like the sweetest honey so long as you smile for him until one day the devil grew tired of my smiles & he found doubt in my heart his fruit was not so sweet now my roots withered & burned & putrefied even in the gravel that had once been my home i was a mustard seed small & scared & alone i found my love & devotion and was careful to sow only in the soil, though only on the edges for surely God could not forgive i had eaten the forbidden fruit until one day God beckoned me further from the edges He gave me love & devotion just as i had given my mustard seed under His love i grew and spread my roots firmly in the soil and there i was no longer a mustard seed but a lily blossom
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Here I am once again.
in the garden of my heart God planted a mustard seed gave me the gloves & departed i gave the mustard seed love & devotion & for a while rooted myself in God’s ground and then the roots spread some into the soil & some into the gravel & in the gravel i found most of my sustenance the devil had found his way into my garden & his ashes spread over the fertile ground suffocating & sterilizing the roots in the soil of God found no water & withered until they crumbled like dust a ghost of ancient veins & for a while i found my happiness the devil can make rotten fruit taste like the sweetest honey so long as you smile for him until one day the devil grew tired of my smiles & he found doubt in my heart his fruit was not so sweet now my roots withered & burned & putrefied even in the gravel that had once been my home i was a mustard seed small & scared & alone i found my love & devotion and was careful to sow only in the soil, though only on the edges for surely God could not forgive i had eaten the forbidden fruit until one day God beckoned me further from the edges He gave me love & devotion just as i had given my mustard seed under His love i grew and spread my roots firmly in the soil and there i was no longer a mustard seed but a lily blossom
Surely, the first in a series.
yellahgirl
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
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