Perhaps if honey were so very sweet
And all the overdraw made pleasant in a bucket full of treats,
Perhaps if all the bitterness was drained from savoured fragrant tea,
And distilled into drops each mark of glee,
It would be such as this communion.

I find a kind of jolly light,
Which rolls amidst full clouds,
Which falls gently on every shade,
Of green upon the earth,
They fanning frame a hot pink rose,
A crowning jewel that begs a double take.

And suddenly, a sudden tree!
Placed grown and full just by the path,
In all its hefty trunk and sprawling roots,
Made homely with a band of friends,
Arrayed in summer outfits neatly greened,

A sudden tree in wilting soil,
Cut back for weeds and left to plead,
For something lively in the wake,
Of cold hard soil and hardly friends,
But now the path has found a pleasant pause in roaring streets.

Tapping out some plans,
And You, Lord, establish steps beneath,
My feet not inches from your sight,
But bearing love upon my toes,
Full force beyond my comprehension.