AuthorA.J. Amos

A wonder you survived
our many absences !
I quite expected on return
to find you lifeless,
shriveled up.
But somewhere within your African heart
you know endurance.
Sunlover that you are,
your leaves now are parted;
a bud seeks its way to worship
showing the path for others.

Paradise is a garden,   Eden reborn;
Let’s work in our gardens,
digging towards Easter,
Hoping to a catch a glimpse there
of the gardener.