I once created my own woodland garden.
Upon a little hill its beauty stood.
I delved, like Adam, freely giving pardon
to weeds and stones in my forgiving wood.
The boulders placed there by God’s hand I used.
The wild flowers, darlings mine, I tamed.
I delved – I delved like Adam, unconfused:
like him I knew my fault and was ashamed.
Yet God was partner here, not Adam, merely –
my fault my Lord ignored through sun and shade,
his gaze of mercy chastened me severely –
uneven partnership – he gave – he gave –
my shame was all he wanted, all he took.
He sunk it in the earth without a look.