Saturday, May 3, 2008
Basket of fruit
I come to the garden to gather fruit from a tree whose roots have no end. The Gardener, robed in light with shades of peach and arbor green, crown of thorns, pierced hands extended. I approach as He hands me the garden garment to wear in the fields of plenty. I spend time with the Gardener as He...
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Take a Walk with Me
We find the winding road laced in floral lights and morning dew. Each rock, a stepping stone toward our final step. Grace fills our lungs with every breath, another day of life ends in setting sun. Tonight, the Seventh day begins, in obedience I take my rest, count the blessings as if finding four...
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