Explain

How was it that pain

lead to this place

Where time found a pause;

A moment to allow space

to set down fear’s caprice

Understand - being blind

is torment’s cause

How did the waters of plain

Flow from a stoic bind

To fill up a wasted garden

Bringing vivid flowers of a gentle kind

and a good harvest of a nourishing peace

It is true - being starved

Makes life case-harden

What demons summon up each name

That will fall from heaven’s grace

To wander the paths – lost

Tugging along the chains of shame

Welded together piece by piece

Listen carefully – the rattles of pardons

Leave skin in scarred promises - carved

Which angel tends the enchanted ground’s gain

So to calm strong hands that shake

And hold sturdy waning steps

While skies open with their blessed rain

To sooth strains that cease

Do not seek – recursive magical blooms

These flowers simply do not exist in sense