Through the
hardened mud
I can just
make out
a thick vein
of root.
A promise of
new life
flowing.
I can just glimpse
the newness
of green unpeeling.
Sometimes we
need a concrete justice.
The kind that comes
only with great effort;
The sort that
can be measured
with a scale.
Righteousness that
we break apart and
put together again
with a hammer.
But this tree of life
comes at its own time,
everywhere
in hidden places
below the surface.
No tool of steal
can create or destroy it.
And just when hope
is almost lost--
Look! Just there--
A Branch
Springs Forth
in the midst
of winter.
hardened mud
I can just
make out
a thick vein
of root.
A promise of
new life
flowing.
I can just glimpse
the newness
of green unpeeling.
Sometimes we
need a concrete justice.
The kind that comes
only with great effort;
The sort that
can be measured
with a scale.
Righteousness that
we break apart and
put together again
with a hammer.
But this tree of life
comes at its own time,
everywhere
in hidden places
below the surface.
No tool of steal
can create or destroy it.
And just when hope
is almost lost--
Look! Just there--
A Branch
Springs Forth
in the midst
of winter.
1 comment:
We just studied John 12:24 where Jesus says "I am telling you the truth: a grain of wheat remains no more than a single grain unless it is dropped into the ground and dies. If it does die, then it produces many grains." So profound this thought~ from death springs more and more life! It makes one think of a dear one's passing~ not only that they live eternally but how it teaches us how we then can accept, grow, create, love, and LIVE in the world now and to come. This God teaches us.
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