growing up
"exodus"
I was a little girl in a garden
it was a garden of good and evil
there were trees and flowers there
there were people
and god was watching me
god was asking me
to hold out my hands and
follow
follow down the footpath
follow down the stone steps
follow past the fountain
follow to the gate
I left the garden of earthly delights
I left the roses and the gladiolas
I left the white wicker benches and ancient swing sets
and the misty scent of lilies and wild flowers
and tiny frogs splashing in the dew
And the sound of water in the fountain
dripping endlessly
god was watching me
standing outside the world I grew up in
god was watching me with hope
I cried, for I knew where I should go from there
I cried because I had no home.