Friday, April 25, 2014

Seasons


In cold and silent winter,
Flowers die, leaves decay
like dreams of yesterday.
Are the trees struck with panic
as they tremble in the wind
fearing no return of spring
growing old, or losing sap?
Or do they rest in hope
of seasons yet to come,
of summer's wounds to heal,
content to garner strength
till winter's work is done.

When time was full, spring returned
So healing came, I know not how
while carried by the Shepherd
who gave His word that in every season,
"I have made you and I will carry you
I will sustain you and I will rescue you. Isaiah 46:4


Beside the river in the trees, I found some evidence of spring:

The very fragrant, poisonous to eat, May Apple



Sprawling redbud on the bank


 And Virginia Bluebells



Bluebells littering the ground



So captivated by bluebells, I almost missed the Canada Goose pair floating by.


They stopped to feed in a shallow spot in the river.


"To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
                And a time to every purpose, under heaven".  The Byrds, quoting Ecc. 3:1








"Preparation time is never wasted time." Andrew Womack

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Desert Musings


The Australian desert is beautiful, at least where I was.





The silent desert
envelopes, absorbs
the noise of living,
immerses me in stillness                         
My heart can hear.



The light of His face
overcomes the clouds
of confusion, doubt and fear
My heart can see.








Let my roots grow deep
like thirsty roots of desert oak,
that burrow through the desert sand,
finding water that leads to life,
to healthy trees, alive with sap.