You have taken them from across the world.
Uprooted from their native soil,
planted in this foreign sanctuary,
strangers by instinct, they grow together.
The Banksia Rose creeps her sinewed vines
‘round the rough branches of the ancient oak;
the gray smoothed trunk of the Honey Locust
patient behind the swaying Jerusalem Thorn.
Such coexistence not found in nature
You make a habitat in Your garden
that enforests, for on it no bounds are set.
Where once there was barren land, the elm gently
‘clines across the bamboo straight of the ground
that resonates to the footsteps of God.