Creation is praising her God
in the inner city.
Window boxes,
burst into life.
The city park opens its gates,
to welcome the day.
Secret roof gardens
give glory to the highest heavens.
Forgotten waste ground,
decked with willow herb,
makes space for the urban fox to hide,
for birds to sing and be heard.
In the cracks,
where pavement meets factory wall,
poppies spring up,
flashing red and orange.
People occupy borrowed ground,
with plants and shrubs,
with pathways and picnics,
till the council is ready to build.
Between the cars,
against the odds,
a butterfly weaves its unsteady dance
to the Risen One.
Creation is praising her God!
Join her now in celebrating
all that tend seeds of life
in unexpected places.
Brian Woodcock.
