The Son’s Garden. {Part I of IV}

Today’s post is written by our Brave Poet, Jazmyne Tamar Johnson…

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Expectations of my behavior to reflect that of an angel have crippled my spirit to rebellion. My laughter, a gaiety that shall never be trampled by the expectations of men and women who pose to know the Heart and Will of God. My eyes flicker the joy of my own salvation; no man can steal its validity from me with instructions and chastisements for my “falling short” of perfection and glory. My struggle with temptation is no one’s business but mine and the Lord’s. He comprehends the rhythm of my soul’s song as The Composer to its music. I could, arguably, deny my desire and need to be “saved” from myself. I never said that I was perfect and that my life were the mirrored representation of a savior’s. I never vowed off sin, forever, in exchange for an eternal life that comes from the belief that I shall live forever. The profession that an Innocent was physically destroyed so that I may live forever with him, forgiven and whole. Just for me. How dare they argue against my soul based upon my flesh!

I imagine my life as a field of sunflowers, an endless army of outstretched stalks, moments, reaching out to the sun as their beloved. I imagine that their bright, pigmented petals are the laughs and heartbeats of someone’s love for me. I’d imagine that the seeds that are enveloped around this love are the endless opportunities for my “shortcomings” to be forgiven. I am but a Sunflower in His garden and, oh! how I bloom for thee. To thee. His eyes never forsaking my form that He, Himself designed. A love that can’t be compared to that of a man and a woman’s. So, how dare I consult them without my Maker’s guidance! No one knows of our dances whenever the wind blows. How He holds me in completion and purpose without expectation but with pride in His successful creation of me. Just as I am He loves fiercely and truly.

I dare not mistake His undying love with permission to behave in a manner that disgraces it.

I dare not mistake humanity for disgrace.

In my imperfections, I am perfectly whole.

In my shortfalls, I am perfectly able.

He is my soil and I bloom from His guidance.

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Jazmyne is a young artist who is learning what the true definition of bravery is through lessons of humility, patience, love, and forgiveness. She is currently studying Communications and hopes to, one day, become an influential member of the Journalism world. Her dreams and ambitions are large and, by the graces and authority of God, she hopes for her legacy to reflect selfless confidence. See more of her work on her blog The Precious, at www.writtenbyjazmynetamar.com.

photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/33284937@N04/6129596523/”>Nick-K (Nikos Koutoulas)</a>

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7 thoughts on “The Son’s Garden. {Part I of IV}

    1. I love you too! I have to keep telling myself that God doesn’t make mistakes. Even when I “mess things up” I am still WHO I am; I am NOT my mistakes. I am Princess Jazmyne, created by The Lord, regardless!

  1. Ah this is beautiful. I have been thinking much of gardens and seeds myself as of late.
    “I am but a Sunflower in His garden and, oh! how I bloom for thee. To thee. His eyes never forsaking my form that He, Himself designed. A love that can’t be compared to that of a man and a woman’s. So, how dare I consult them without my Maker’s guidance!” I loved this part too. Thank you.

  2. Miss Jazzy girl, You have a way with words. You are a sculpturist (that may not be a word – lol) of words. Your words carried me on a journey as if I was floating down a river with rapids and turns and smooth water all in one. I love this next line:
    “I imagine my life as a field of sunflowers, an endless army of outstretched stalks, moments, reaching out to the sun as their beloved. I imagine that their bright, pigmented petals are the laughs and heartbeats of someone’s love for me. ”
    Your heart is expressed so well in this. I look forward to part 2. ❤ you!

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