Here as my flesh
Wrings my sleeping hours
I breathe in peace,
Considering the flowers
Of grace bloomed
Through my many years,
Pushing through topsoil,
In the sweat and struggle and fears,
You cultivated an orchid
In a landfill.
I turn to the sun,
And You warm me still.
You are so very good.
Who could compare?
With simple words
You dredged despair,
And transformed the slime,
The loss, the rubble
Into a home
Free from the troubles
Inherent in the origins-
You made a sum
Greater than the parts,
Because of our plus One.
Who could have seen
In those days of unfolding
The whole, intact beauty
You continued molding
From our broken pieces-
Hallelujah, God of Kindness,
And may You always be celebrated!
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