Stretched giclee canvas print ready to hang. 
—Ascend and Bloom—
How many prayers, whispered low,
Tucked in stone where secrets go?
How many notes, with trembling hand,
Placed in crevices of sacred land?
How many Psalms, how many cries,
Floated upward to the skies—
Each a hope, a quiet plea,
Carried far on winds set free.
Until at last, they take their flight,
Blossoming in morning light.
Petals of grace, pure and high—
Our prayers have touched the endless sky.
The gate swings wide, no need to pardon:
Our hearts are heard—
Welcome to My garden.