In Her Garden Cool
by ©Richard Budig 2000

She daily walked with Jesus,
held His hand in her garden cool,
and conversed with Him
in passioned tones of the seduced.
Take him, Jesus, she prayed,
take him to Your home,
for daily, he flies his little plane
through Your mansion halls.
Such an easy matter for You,
such ugly trouble for me.
But flight after flight, for reasons unknown
her dashing pilot flew his little plane home,
and regaled her with stories of infinity,
and how pilots touch the face of God,
upon which, she sought her private bed
where she prayed longly and bitterly,
Jesus, O Jesus, why have you forsaken me?