At life's dead ends, You are the solution to confusion,
The cause of hunger for truth purified.
You are the road to the secret place and
The ultimate answer in the midst of mystery.
The garden of the soul
Has pieces of time hidden in random spots:
Apples and nails, olives and healing leaves.
Like a cryptic scavenger hunt
They lie waiting for discovery,
To be matched together into a picture of redemption
Like love falling on bittersweet ground.