Gathering up the shades of earth
they cover the dull grey
with a beauty that emerges in slow motion.
Theirs’ are the hands of the Creator,
though not from nothing does this world they make evolve
but from tender attention and patience
that refuses to be frustrated.
Petals settled into clay,
they form a movement in their stillness;
their obedience is astounding,
their applause rapturous.
Sand becomes walls.
Seeds gently detail, define
the end of one and the beginning of another.
Together, the picture unfolds.
And over days and through their hours,
the collected become again
regarded as something
they were never expected to be.
This is the tradition,
the well dressers’ mission:
from earth’s humble offering
to create a sign of thanksgiving.