Monday, February 16, 2009

Dear God,

I take heart with courage. When I cleaned out the garden on Saturday, ridding it of storm debris and the leavings of autumn, I saw signs of new growth ready to burst into spring. It wouldn't take much to push them further up into the light of the budding season soon to come. Once again the dead is choosing to rise up with new life.

I hold on to that truth in my own life. There is surely signs of growth within me. I too am but a step from new life. I too have been ridding myself of the dead places. There is hope for me too.

But I wonder. The old dead leaves and brown covered the ground where beautiful flowers had once blossomed. Had they kept the the bulbs safe during the cold strikes? Had they prevented them from harm during the winter storms? If so, then they had been a gift to the plants. But has their effectiveness worn off? Is it now time to uncover the ground, freeing it for new life? Is it time?

A time
and a season
for all things
under heaven.
How often
have I clung
to that truth?
How many times
did I wait out
the season
of dread
to welcome
the season
of hope?
How many moments
did my heart
feel a surge
of joy
when I turned
to see
your face
instead of
the darkness
that had surrounded me?
A time
and a season
to trust you.

Love, Andrea