She invited me to her church.
She had been inviting me for years,
and I finally accepted.
Praying outdoors with the sun on my skin,
with my hands in the soil,
tending the plants that had taken residence,
and preparing for the new arrivals.
Conversing with the birds, insects, trees and flowers,
and singing along, joining the chorus.
Thank you, dear one, for sharing your sacred place with me,
where the implements of Eucharist are pruners and shovel,
and the vestments work gloves and hat.
I always knew God was present with you there,
but now I know, now I am beginning to experience,
Her warm, earthly embrace for myself, for my soul.
Now I too have become a member of the Easter Garden.