My friend pointed out a flower
That they thought had died after they planted it.
But now it was climbing up a chain link fence
And was bursting with surprising, intricate blooms.
I told him this is what new marriage feels like.
I said, on a trip to the airpot I saw in us
A side I had not seen before.
Both excited and alive together in a new way.
I used to read the Bible like God was the
flower that died in the ground.
But I realized God is a million-faceted person
And each verse is a new bloom to examine.
Very much alive and maybe still surprising.
Raw Spoon, 6-7-21