This Garden

God's mixed tears fall
a blue orange horizon
recieved by a multitude of birdsong
that bathes the world strangely in silence
I walk through saturation of colour
a speckled human
timeless

tripping off nature
I hear the Spirit call us

two wild geese fly overhead
there's something magical
in the way they keep formation
I see an omen of love
realize this field - is our garden

tonight
winged seraphim
send messages along the sky
as ice stars glitter
and frost

tommorrow will all this creation be lost

or will the Holy Ghost
prove to be master of all