Deep in slumber, under the weight of the snow the garden sleeps, waiting, frozen in the ground, dormant Everything in its season, in God’s time waiting for new light, new life, the warming of a new season of growth The charting of a new course, a new chapter in the story of life, the life of creation; all while the garden sleeps
January 17, 2009 written after posting the following poem to the faithwriters site ------------------- With a Little Water
With a little water, the garden sprang to life green shoots burst through the newly loosened soil a little water and good soil, a wealth of sunshine the garden grew. So are we, in our dry places, ready to spring to life with a little living water, the good soil of a willing heart the light of God splashing down on us Ready to grow in our faith, with the love of God nurturing, enriching, wrapping around us in this beautiful garden