Bloom Again: As Witness

It's been a year

This short little poem was written, inspired by a rosebush that was growing outside of the church I was serving a year ago:

You have learned to grow
Under the shadow of hope, 
Sweet is the sanctuary you'll 
Never know, planted here. 

Are there ways you may wish to 
Be welcomed but find your 
Roots run too deep into 
Scrutiny?

Understood? No. Understate…