Earth

 

God is digging in the garden my soul,

the rich, moist dirt sticking under her fingernails,

turning and blending the soil of my life,

now and then adding the compost

of tossed-out experiences

that I believed were useless.

 

She seems to understand

that this bed can sustain life,

that the deadened seeds and withered sprouts

will not be all there is.

 

Like the herb jungle

in my friend Elaine’s backyard,

my soul, under God’s care,

will grow green and wild.

 

Earth, by The Reverend Helen C.L. McPeak– chosen and read by Bonnie L.

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Photos by Annette P.

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WONDER

TOLERANCE

Gratitude for it all

Photos and reflection by Denise P.

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All along the walk today I found images of new life sprouting next to decay, reminding me that the “compost” in our lives can nourish our souls and with God’s grace, help us to grow. 

Photos and reflection by Bonnie L.

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A cool, but not too cool, breeze blew through the gardens. There was a palpable stillness at the same time birds joyfully greeted the day. Resurrection ferns, bright flowers, emerging greens, stark moss on gray skies, it all belonged today.  A morning of joy, peace, hope, stillness and sorrow… all abundant and interconnected as winter turns to spring. 

I had a wonderful connection this morning with a small sparrow. Close by, I joyfully watched her sing her melodious song for several minutes. I took out my phone to record her song and played it back. She stopped singing and appeared to be listening intently to her voice. She did not fly away… she seemed very happy to be in the moment. Did she recognize it as her voice? Do I listen to my voice intently and often enough? I am still smiling as I think back on this encounter. 

Photos and reflection by Nancy L.