His Love

The freckling of chartreuse clusters

Against a crystal blue curtain,

Cascading branches dance in the cottony breeze

Like long tendrils spilling over a woman's shoulder,

Tiny bud-like seedpods

Awaken as though for the very first time

Every year

The Chinese Elm whispers His love for me

And takes my breath away.


The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to an end.
They are new every morning,
New every morning,
Great is Thy faithfulness, Oh Lord.
Great is Thy faithfulness.