In the Garden
The branches are reaching up to heaven.
Rose bushes are shards of Christ's blood,
shed for me.
Spinach leaves are offered up like bunches at my feet.
The apple blossoms are making promises,
Irises have unfolded bold hope.
Roots will wait for rain,
Seeds will be faithful to the soil.
Creation is in adoration,
I am Christ-full,
looking, noticing, thinking,