They come in elfin packages
from glass houses radiating promises of miracles
And I wonder
Will they grow?
I loosen the new roost, cold and loamy
hallowing a spot,
height and width eyed to perfection
Will hail pulverize my dream this time?
No bigger than my palm
squeezing then shaking
loosening the anchor
Will my spring zeal linger until fall?
White roots twining
round and round
searching for space, reaching for more
Will summer’s rage wilt or inspire greatness?
Humus now to blanket the innocent
Dampened in baptism
Not to initiate but to nourish
Did He feel the same when He made me?
December 4 – Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year? (Author: Jeffrey Davis)
Was so tickled by your surprise ending…it does take faith to garden, to live, to be His. So glad I visited you tonight Lex. Blessings!