He said, “It is finished,” and a miracle bud formed,
Blossoming into our holy garden.

Photo by John Hoopingarner

It blooms within the belly-laughs of children,

Dancing among the shadows,

And finds its way over the fences we’ve built.

It curls through our fingers
And in the way He made us to create.

There is beauty here

  Here

And here 

in this magnificent garden.

“fallen leaves in living water”John Hoopingarner

Keep your eyes on The Son,

And you will smell its perfume forever.

Photo John Hoopingarner