Monday, May 18, 2020

Dear God,

The iris are standing tall, ready to unfold and rise.  The yellow and purple colors will burst forth at any moment.  This is the first time I have seen them in 15 years.  I can't wait.

Many years ago you brought to my mind a contemplative garden.  We had someone dig up a large area and working with a landscape architect, we envisioned what a sacred garden might look like.  I prayed as the architect came up with ideas.  In time a tiny pond, two benches, river stones and a black wrought iron entrance stand were put in place.  Trees, bushes and flowers were added.  The old-fashioned iris were placed just beyond the bushes next to the glassed-in porch.  The iris spread and now there are several.  Every year they come up on your command.

As I look out right now, a gentle rain falls.  Everything is drinking in the water from heaven.  And the iris, well, they are waiting for your word.  One morning soon, maybe even tomorrow, they will open and their beauty will sing your praise.

Holy God,
giver of life,
you make
all things new.
You bless
the seed
and bulb.
You warm
the ground
and air.
You rain down
upon the earth.
And every
living thing
that knows
your name
comes to life.
How beautiful!

Love, Andrea