On this first day of Advent 2019, I am drawn to these photographs I took early one morning from our back porch. I learn so much from paying attention to gifts of green and lingering mist on the lake and leaves in our garden.
Water for Dry Roots
Lord, send my roots rain.
I need water for dried up hope.
I stand on tiptoe, reaching for Light.
I yearn to be watered by Grace.
I need water for dried up roots
Clouds of unknowing clear.
I can be watered by Grace
leaving drops for my growing roots.
Clouds of unknowing lift,
bathing my thirsty soul.
Grace gathers on my greening heart.
I have a God of green hope.
Gratitude salts my tears.
Thank you for sending rain.
Roots grow again.
I reach toward Light.
Simple pantoum, inspired by need, by receiving the gift of these photos on a morning I so needed to be reminded, and by Advent readings.
Yours is the first space I’ve seen this morning, thankyou for the gift of a prayer like that. My roots are blest too. (I’ve a poem called Healing Rain, I do on my guitar that’s been neglected more’n a year, must post! Thankyou for falling His mercy on me once again). You are beautiful in Jesus, stay blest.
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I gather your blessing and offer blessing to you, Friend.
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