Paintings of Life Exposed
Mark 4:12.
View the scene, absorb the signs. Dawn to dusk,
Backs & shoulders strain, the earth grasps stone & weeds. Each has their role to play.
We're weeds in Eden or were they LIFE?
Roughage, medicine, sweet or sour.,
Plough & till the sod, macerate the clods.
Ground prepared, the broadcasting shared,
Seed knows no outcome or reason.
Till unshackled by moisture & time,
Steadily rising up through grit & grime.
Stones or thorns, there's no distraction, Growth unstrained by things manmade.
‘Wired’ to reach heights unseen,
Intent t'ward light, warmth & value. Our ‘Family’s gardeners’, lovingly supporting.
Each outcome's the Heavens do behold.
Speaking savour into opening hearts,
Entwined in company fore-warned. Shadows are cast, by dry walls standing,
Where magnified grace had chose to dwell.
The tares hide till light declared them,
Reaped for use, as fuel & warmth. The son shines, the dark expires, Radiance glows, creation lights up, New life abounds.
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