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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