This Side of Heaven and Other Poems

by Anokina Shahbaz

THIS SIDE OF HEAVEN

There is no Garden of Eden

On this side of Heaven

I have to keep reminding myself,

Though I keep looking for it

Around every corner

With restless eyes,

Hoping to get a glimpse

Of what a world

Full of unscathed hearts

Looks like.

There is no walking around

In a constant state of rapture

Devoid of shame

Unafraid of shadows,

For I am earth-bound

And far away from my godly home.

I have tried again and again

To recreate the Garden

In my own backyard,

All my attempts—futile

All my toil—in vain

For I am not meant

To place what is holy

On polluted ground.

This is the task

You have set before me—

To stop chasing after the Garden,

And instead, take the seeds

That sprouted it

And plant them in my spirit

That I may bear

The sweet fruit of its trees

And bloom into the imperfect human

You have created me to be.

This is the path

You would have me walk—

Covered in endless grace,

Cherished and undeniably loved

By my Creator

And hopeful that I can still

Plant something sincere and lasting

On this side of Heaven

That God can deem worthy

Of flourishing.

HOW WE ARRIVE AT SURRENDER

Even in the darkness of the soil

Light can enter,

Deep beneath the layers

Of veiled protection

We carry around like gold—

An innocence lingers

Desperate for regard,

Waiting for affirmation

To lift it upward.

The sweet breaking of the seedling

Is necessary

For the bud to form,

The unseen struggle

In the rooted places

The silent battle for emergence,

Pushing skyward

Against the weight of stone and sod.

And so it is with God’s work

In the recesses of our heart,

Fractures illuminated into stories—

The wrecking that He allows

To deepen our faith.

This is how we arrive at surrender

Sweetly broken, longing for dawn,

Our muddied scars

Prepared to ripen

Into radiant beams of hope,

Our yielded hearts

Finally ready

To be anchored to God’s word.

For we are fearfully

And wonderfully made

In the amnion of His grace,

Once dust, now blossom

Built on an abundance

Of answered prayers,

No longer desperate for anything

But more of Him.

ANOKINA SHAHBAZ

Anokina Shahbaz is a contemplative writer, poet, and seeker of meaning and miracles. She writes about faith, creativity, and the human condition. In her writing, she aims to fathom all the pain we carry, and ultimately, to lighten it—even just a little.

Her work has been featured in The Way Back to Ourselves, MeetMindful, Elephant Journal, and Rebelle Society. She lives in the beautiful suburbs of Chicago with her husband.

You can read more from her on her website at www.anokinawrites.com or on Instagram @anokinashahbaz.


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