I venture forth into my days
carrying snippets of scriptural readings, conversations,
teachings, and musings tucked under my heart.
Internal thoughts pondered haphazardly as I move through my days
pausing intermittently as some slight bit of my fluid surroundings catches...
snags on some point of those numerous musings.
Here, as tuned lyrics overlay a phrase I read,
as a face streams against my passing current portraying human expression of inspired scripture,
from the natural world branching out to display a figurative expression of a sacred story.
If last season’s life were our Biblical inheritance,
If the branch were His chosen people,
If the suspended vessels were His divine life,
If the dispersed seeds were His spirit,
If nature reflects His promise...
Illuminated understanding rises,
not grandly, but deeply.
Satisfying as only increased clarity or
Unspoken whispers of prayer envisioned as being released outward.
"Thank you O my father,
for giving us your Son,
And leaving your Spirit
till the work on earth is done."
“There Is a Redeemer”