healing garden

i step into a garden

and smell the sweet fragrance

of flowers.

i see trees in an orchard

on the hill above,

swaying to the music

of the gentle breeze.

peace, be still.

there is a master composer

that wrote creation's lovely song.

i hold your tiny body

close to me,

and we feel each others' warmth.

you curl up tight

and listen to the soft drumbeat

of my heart.

remembering the womb,

you are at home.

peace, be still.

there is a creator

that knit this perfect gift together.

and though this world is broken,

and birth is toil and pain,

even here in this hospital

i see your mercies on display.

the gift of modern medicine,

the kindness of nurses and volunteers,

whoever planted this garden

for the families that are here.

the love of friends who visit us,

the beauty of your sweet face

and the time we spend together,

all illustrations of your grace.

i am so prone to worry

and forget your loving care-

so many things could all go wrong

but in these small mercies i remember-

you have carried us through the storm

and we are here.

your eyes are on the sparrows

and the flowers

and you know the number of our hairs.

teach me how to trust you

in the little moments every day.

teach me through these worries

how to pray.