In Reverence the Wildflowers

Remembering the forest where I once sought God

Here I am,

beside these twinned white 

bells of Solomon's Seal,

here, among the ferns I bow

to worship You,

Creator of color, form, and fragrance.

I am on my knees,

You must be near.

You are near, yes,

yes, You have hidden

mercies for one who seeks---

  I part the Maiden Hair

  to find Your gifts:

  two furry purple Cat's Ears; 

  a single pink Calypso thrusting

  up from beneath the tangled, heart-shaped

  green of Wild Ginger.

This silence is a church hymn playing;

each breath of breeze is my release.

No white pillars hold the sky,

only rough gray bark and fallen majesties

encircle this cathedral.

Wide-open now, I feel You, 

Beautiful Creator.

Two branches shaped 

like the cross where you died

lean forward into

my heart whispering

Holy, Holy,

Holy