Eve writes a love letter to a mustard seed

breaking
blooming
healing
fully clothed in skin
Black
like earth
like vines
intertwined
like dark skies
surrounding flickers of light
perfection sculpted
carving grooves
to complement grooves
of mountains and valleys 
rolling hills
where rivers flow
with honey molasses
sweet
like tear drops
from heaven
singing praises of creation
of souls in celebration
of being
of knowing
of breaking
blooming
healing
no longer questioning
where time goes
but holding power
to make time
stand
still
and seasons go in reverse
to make continents converge
and souls to give birth
to us
and earth
and vines
intertwined
perfectly sculpted
to coexist as one
leaving only traces behind
of past times
past lives
of empty spaces
silent cries
now turned to symphonies
of pure poetry
whispering its words
and eternal melodies
of vines
intertwined
seeking earth
and roots
seeking love
and truth
seeking wisdom
and youth
seeking strength
and joy too
seeking God
and finding you

— © Antoinette Cooper