Christ came to my garden last night. There was peace. The crying stopped. The fire burned. The wild beneath was beautiful. And He came and swept sweet kitten up and carried her to Paradise.
She lived in paradise here. Safe, fed, a wilderness below with her mama and siblings. She played. She was watched over.
And now she has transitioned in peace. Mama and siblings are feasting on a big rat this morning. A repast.
For a moment my neighbor came out and found some peace. He lit his blunt and turned his chair to face my fire. His two big dogs with him, quiet. There was peace.
Christ came to my garden in the inner city of Newark last night and there was peace. I slept well.
Leave a comment