by Chelsea Edwards
It is the darkest of Ecuadorian chocolate,
rusty-copper leaves in Autumn,
It is a rosebush blooming in mid-spring,
a willow tree of leaves and runners.
It is a blessing in the winter,
a shelter, a place to hide.
In the summer, the tight coils
turn into a hot, tangled blanket of wool.
It is a God-given strength,
Like that which, two thousand years ago,
wiped dirt from His Son's feet.
Poem Copyright © 2012 by Chelsea Edwards