God of the wildflowers,
I worship You.
Profligate sower of beauty
In unexpected fields of pink and white,
In a cluster of purple iris peeking
Royal heads our from the underbrush,
In flashes of perfume lavished on wild honeysuckle vines
Scampering up tree, over bridge,
Like a schoolboy at recess--
I give You praise.
Forgive my disbelief
That You,
God of the wildflowers,
Would be any less generous
With me.
Let Your bright gaze
Open my heart
And affections
Like morning glories.
