God made us in his image
and yet, somehow we stray.
That he doesn’t throw his hands up
and quit...that is a miracle.
In the kitchen and in the glen,
all is innocence.
A flower blooms and dies
and is born again.
How entirely human to think
of grafting to make a bigger bloom,
a sweeter perfume and in the thready
atmosphere of need,
to turn the task to feeding the starving.
Yes! In the force field of the cosmos,
there is a greater God than greed.
If evil is a trait of man, so too, is good.
Both theoretical and empirical,
It is not man’s faith in God
but God’s faith in man,
that is the miracle.