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.