Horticultural Hopes

by Daniel Suter

HORTICULTURAL HOPES

I want to see life spring up,

breaking through the rotten bones

sprawled out there on the ground,

ghostly grey over giddy green.

Not just platitudinal moss

glossing over the carcass

this relationship has morphed into,

because “time does not

heal all wounds.” Against all the odds,

in this place, where nothing buds

and nothing grows, nothing shows

through these black cracks,

something is stirring.

I’ve been experimenting with resurrection,

planting healing like seeds strewn

over the decomposing cadaver

that once was our connection.

Despite the stench

still assaulting my nostrils,

I’m deciding to prophesy unlikely sprouting;

trusting the Gardener will

turn this skeleton into the type of soil

our broken bond needs

to bloom, to grow, to be reborn.

DANIEL SUTER

Daniel Suter lives and writes in the Middle East, where he serves in cross-cultural ministry. His passion to communicate God’s truth, beauty, and goodness has led him to establish several poetry initiatives and a regular open mic event. Featured in Love is Moving, Moral Apologetics, The Pomegranate London, Written Tales, The Ex-Puritan, and other outlets, Daniel is currently working on a poetry collection. Connect with him on Instagram @suterstories or read more at patreon.com/danielsuter.