The wonders of Creation
Of cremation of my sin
Of how a child like Mary
Could harbor Life within
Of how a thriving orchard
Springs from a single seed
Or maker of the universe
Could sit on Mary’s knee
I hang in life upon a limb
On far flung distant tree
But track my lineage to the One
Who took the nails for me
The miracle of Life moves on
Invading, chasing void,
Creating fertile fields in hope
The dust will spring to joy.