in the garden were placed pillars of flames,
and each flame made the last one appear tame.
one by one i believed they would consume me;
and so conjured a lie in foolish pyromancy –
‘perhaps it is my fate to embrace this blazing sea.’
but you in mercy unbeknownst extinguished them all.
and as i thrashed about lamenting my pain,
you ensured that not even an ember remained.
you set above me a long, healing rain,
and saw this feeble wretch retained.
now older, wiser, and mature,
i thank you.