Tomato Patch

Tramping along the verdant grass lane she realized that with each step, she grew closer to the lush overhangs of rich goodness-oval, jagged pallets of greenness. A place to decide. Stocking feet and an ennobled heart allowed her to walk forward. One step took little energy—the obstacle was overcoming a troubled heart. Her prized position lay over the hillside. A blossoming emotion welled up inside her and she almost fainted, she fought deep inside her chest.
Two doors. Two paths. Two winding trails. Raindrops pressing against her temples wet with emotion, hazy. Keys to her heart grasped at a melody that floated along with late night breezes, endearing words orchestrated a sonnet. She was lost and wondering through a forest of Aspen, golden rays breaking through leaflets of ignorance to a fleshed heart plowed by hands of sovereignty.
Light finds darkness and gives life. Aromatic cleanliness of novelty, vibrant buds, roses open their heads to sunshine to take in vanishing glory. Lilies dressed in purple find dignity in their simplistic crown. Gentle strains of music run through the senses to the mind-discern the hearts treasure to find what? Soiled puddles, crisp, invigorating, chilled air, high peaks, and whitened mountains, low meadows, raspberries- nature’s best memories.
Slowly the burden tumbled, but there lay a fortress-the imagination clinging to the wonders of the world-the endless possibilities, doting upon what to create, worship. Wispy winds pulled away the veil to ocean waters holding secrets, the endlessness of God. The vastness opens into millions of diamond-coated quandaries-she grasped, never to hold, articulated, never to truly speak, no solidity among endless relativisms.
Life’s coming in and out, one life to lead and use for good, one heart beating rapidly-sinking into a deep well of inward emotion, about to collapse.
Amarillo daffodils brought smiles and relief. At the end of the day it was all an abstraction, figment of her mind, constant dwelling upon the unfathomable. Instead, the quiet serenity of tealeaves, glistening eyes, familiarity, beholding the God distant from meaningless ramblings of the mind. All brought an end to wonderings. One path. One door. One trail lined with purple lilies.