A Thornless Reflection
by Amber North
A THORNLESS REFLECTION
In his garden, where my identity lays bare,
I can see myself without the thorns—my blemishes ensnared.
For in his garden, the prickly are made smooth.
A bush can be on fire, but it will never be consumed.
Order is restored on his solid ground.
What used to enrage now calls me to quiet down.
As I emerge from weeds of chaos, and leave behind thoughts of shame,
I join the feast of believers and sit down at my place—
one which Christ prepared for me before the foundation of days.
AMBER NORTH
Amber North is a writer from Montreal, Canada. She's working toward getting her bachelor's degree in English Literature with a minor in Theological Studies. She loves intertwining her faith in Jesus with her passion for writing and finds poetry is a therapeutic way to outpour her sufferings to God. Her poetry has been featured in The Way Back to Ourselves and Vessels of Light.
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