I walk barefoot across the earth
On holy ground with every step.
I warm my hands
At the blazing furnace of azaleas.
I bask and tan my skin
Before the noonday sun of golden bells.
I shiver under the snowy glory
Of cherry blossom flurries.
Potted pansies shine as stars
In the grey concrete skies.
Bleeding roses stir my blood
Upward as they upward climb.
Magnolias tenderly woo my heart
Unfolding beauty like young lovers.
All the world a burning bush
Whispering the fiery call to worship.
(I wrote this Sunday as Exodus 3 was read in the worship service.)