When dad came home from the hospital he would sit outside on the back patio and soak in natures beauty. He loved looking at Donald’s Angel Trumpets. I loved looking at him looking at the Angel Trumpets. It was as if he were trying to memorize their beauty. One day, after he came inside, I snapped a picture of them, so I could forever remember what he saw. What I saw inspired me…

Angel Trumpets

They bloom in the morning
They sway in the wind
Singularly beautiful
Collectively breathtaking
Each trumpet
unfolding
Seemingly blowing a heavenly sound
Announcing the glory of God

-Hope Pacheco