Faithful to the call
she climbed the old
rose bush, fearless
she stepped new
into birdsong
lifted in faith
she flowered in Yes
growing fresh
spring-fragrant flesh
losing tired bones
finding sweet breath
in many-tongued
petals of joy
leafing light
she rose
in pink-feathered
blossoms, faith-seeding
hope-feeding
singing God’s sparrows
and Son.