The Garden Club

We pick the fruit from the tree everyday.

Gloriously Splendid.

I see you. I see you. I look up into your eyes. Stoic and regal you shine. I’m lowered from your light. These ropes that entwine. Pull me down to the depths of the night. In darkness there is life. Gloriously splendid you will die.

-From the perspective of a women being lowered on a lifeboat as she looks up at her husband on the deck of the Titanic.

Photography.

We don’t own the trees. We don’t own the sunsets. We’re just called to them. We just capture them.

Sin.

Constricting me. Moving through me. It becomes consuming. So real, wrapping around me. Choking. I just want to take it off me. I can’t get a grasp. I can’t get a gasp. It’s crawling inside me. Please cure me. Save me.

You will get there.

You will get there but never have it. Vanity vanity vanity - it is meaningless.