To follow nature
we hold our child’s
hand to God’s door.
When this all matures
with the weeping willow
and the joy in heart flowers
we brush the Yellow Poplar
to find the green showing
its vastness. From the beginning
with the sprouts in the greenhouse
to lovelit orchards: this life is grace.
The sun dances around the moon
as if dancing the movement of time.
It is here, I say to my child, Amen.
This is a Sonnet of mine, which I would love to see in my book project, God’s Children.