I am fearfully made
In this garden of wonders
Where sun dapples down
Upon bench and bed,
Upon creeper and crocus,
With shoots lancing quickly up,
Defiant through dampened earth.
I am wonderfully made
In this garden of fears,
Afraid the sun will hide its face
But gazing upward anyway,
Setting my roots down deeply
And soaking up the gift of life
While the fireflies dance with glee.
I am completely made
Even as I grow and change
As season rolls into season
And the great Gardener paces on,
Treading lightly and gravely
Under setting beams of sun,
And teaches me how to touch the sky.
Dwelling deep in the forests of New England, Graham spends most of his time reading, taking walks with his dog, and learning new and interesting things (and reveling in cooler, more temperate climates). Born and raised in the Boston area, Graham was homeschooled from an early age. After high school, he proceeded to get a bachelor’s in Literature from Patrick Henry College in Northern Virginia. He currently resides in the Boston area while pursuing a master’s in Education at Gordon College, steeping in the rich history of his home turf and a continued exploration of literature from across the world. He says you should read Alan Paton’s Cry, the Beloved Country and Chaim Potok’s The Chosen, because they are incredible novels. Also, read Robert Frost.