Poem while looking at a stained glass window

Poem while looking at a stained glass window

I wrote this poem while looking at a stained glass window of Jesus holding the church and a flowering staff.

"Jesus of the Flowering Staff"

He surprised me.
Evening sun caught the blossoms and burned their bright salmon-pink into a
deep royal purple and scarlet,
lingering with blooms that I swear were not there before.
He lifts His church upward--supporting it
and bringing the flowers to its door,
knowing it could never do so on its own.