Urban Devotional - Penny Hackett-Evans

 At the stop sign in the city

on a dingy block,

there grew a giant clump 

of purple morning glories-

falling with abandon over a run-down fence. 

In the midst of trash,

a gray sky, peeling paint,

this splash of color appeared.

Appeared to be laughing,

despite it all.

Heart-shaped leaves

and wide-open purple throats

singing some kind of song

to this dilapidated corner.

Some hero planted them. 

Morning glories are not wildflowers.

Someone who wanted

to cultivate beauty. 

Someone who believed

in this little patch of ground.

Someone who had 

a sort of faith.

The falling down fence

baptized, blessed,

forgiven, resurrected.