Saturday, March 31, 2012
Saturday of the Fifth Week of Lent
Our soul waits for the Lord
who is our help and our shield.
Every shade of green surrounds my looking. The variations of their crowd mumbling through my soul. The dandelions and their seed pods stand in the first light like ghost orbs hovering above the earth. They do not disperse until they are ready. What lawns of patience reclining each morning.
May I learn by looking closely to see our Lord in all.
May I take this journey where He leads.
May I seed myself in the ground of Him.
May I see Christ in the deep pools of your eyes.
Dried dandelion bouquets
in tiny teapots
along the windowsill
the small hands
in the other light
then moved along.