Today, I went to church.
I stepped out into the garden
and the choir was already in full voice –
sparrows carrying the melody with soprano trills and leaps
to the jubilant chorus of a solo robin,
while the early morning gentle autumn sun
shone through the petals of a sunflower
like a stained-glass window.
A fat furry bee zig zagged past me
searching for its harvest of nectar
in the scarlet flowers of a runner bean plant.
In this church
the prayers are gratitude
the hymns are praise
and the lesson is peace.
And all the creatures exemplify the gifts and grace of God.