Garden

Behold the garden snails

of Eden

how they neither run

nor build nor accomplish

much on a to-do list or

life bucket list

and yet

your heavenly Father paints

them with painstaking

neutral tones shot through

with gold and copper

If God so garbs

the garden snails of

the field O little one

will he not clothe you

with fine linen and will

he not wrap

you in his arms, so glad

you are finally home there?