Our days fly swiftly by – as we say goodbye to the month of May!
how delightful is this summer garden
Light slowly sinking in the western sky, and shadows meet the eye. To feast upon the sights of fragrant meadows, and to their nests the birds retire. Don’t forget this blessed day to come apart and rest awhile . . .
Some of us begin life with a desert experience, yearning for a garden of fruitfulness and joy – but must wait for the promise of sweetness to come . . .
For we have hope with the promise –
“Springs will gush forth in the wilderness Every desert will become a garden Yes – there will be an abundance of flowers and singing with joy!”
Do you ever wonder if nature trembles during winter months? Braving wind, sleet and icy snow? Gathering courage to trust new life to come? Plodding through our season’s of troubles, of winter’s cruel blows, do we trust new life will be given to us as well?
* Reno, NV known as the ‘City of Trembling Leaves’
It happened while I was sleeping only yesterday the branches were bare now an explosion of birth, a feud between leaves and air 🍀
Whirling and spinning of branches and trees, pushing the air aside a million leaves latching, teasing reaching everywhere 🦚
In the hollow of the tree the bluebird builds her nest that her family may rest a worm comes out to play and when he sees the leaves he quickly slips away 🕊
The flowers nod their heads and grin as the sun sifts through the shade and all this was going on while I was sleeping! 🌷 🌼 🌻
Springtime brings much excitement, a season of renewal and expectation. The urge to purge away the clutter of winter’s darkness, to open the windows, letting the light shine in!
Each time I walk into this room it is strangely quiet bare and empty, but for a few pieces of old furniture old and worn the windows are closed without a breath of air, tired and lonely from memories and cares it has refused to share
It is in mourning, quiet and still, it portrays a lack of honesty and wears a costume of despair whenever I venture in it is hard to leave, locked inside with its loneliness and self defeat
One day I looked in a room beside it with some pictures on the wall, and little things began to happen giving a clue, the two rooms were slowly coming together, shifting their weight, holding each other
Little urges appeared gradually pulling the drapes, allowing the light to diffuse the darkness, from starless nights and sunless days
Knocking on the door, I am reluctant to go in but gathering courage, I offer to help with this room perhaps I could share a bed, a dresser with sheets of peace and a blanket of comfort and a chest of hope windows with curtains, cleaning with a little water and soap
With a welcoming spirit it invites me in, now we are not just a room but a house of our own!
God looked about His garden for a special rose that day among most lovely colors one in the center of purest white He chose among wild roses planted upon earth
it chose to grow Because of man’s crushing blow into the ground thorns pressed the rose, in depths of darkness white petals bled falling asleep heaven’s garden looked down and wept with fear, their precious rose would sleep forever with tears as dew upon the rose the stone removed briars and thorns broke loose, giving life to heaven’s vine again the scent of the rose from dust arose returning to heaven’s garden Our dear Rose of Love 🌹 ‘The Rose of Sharon’ 🥀
Words by Rachel Carson In recognition of her book ‘Silent Spring’ (1962) bringing awareness of environmental issues destroying our earth!
What would it be like to walk out on a spring morning with a silent sky and seas void of life? And only quietness?
A very long time ago the earth was free, each flower and tree in their simplicity The birds in flight the seas teeming with life The flow of streams watering creation with living grass, soil and clay But it didn’t stay that way!
and began to decay A feud in the great surge of existence screaming to be freed and
set at liberty!
But what does this mean for you and I? Like ropes of sand sometimes it seems beyond our efforts as we see creatures destroyed Can we really say “Happy Earth Day” as it cries for help laboring in birth pains waiting to be saved? But we are not forgotten in this mystery hard to understand! For into His hands much stronger we stand
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