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Tornados descended, uprooted order—

Sifted grassy fields and fence-post borders.

Might we plant a garden,

Though the land dips scarred?

With seeds from the crops we gathered last year,

We’ll mend the chaos the storms released here.


Peppers and squash sprout up fast-blooming flowers,

And bean vines grow inches in merely hours.

Red amaranth blossoms attract hummingbirds—

Dear creatures instruct with soft noise and no words.

A hummingbird swoops, catapults mystery—

We’ll watch, enthralled, longing for God’s majesty,


Let’s plant a garden. Warm colors defrost cold.

Like heaven’s hope. Christ known. Where streets appear gold.

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