Lent

My life is not a barren wasteland;
my life a garden in season,
full of richness and life.
My garden gives me good things,
and I am thankful for them all,
but some are more dear than others.


So I give up the things most dear to me,
for a season,
and I watch them grow,
and I watch them bloom,
and I watch them ripen,
and I am thankful for them all the more.


And sometimes the things most dear to me,
in the ripeness of their season,
fall to the ground and rot;
I am thankful for them all the same,
and I wait, patiently.


The season of lent is not the season of harvest.
But harvest will come.
And I wait, patiently, thankful for each passing day,
each day more dear than the last.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

hope deferred makes the heart grow sick, but when it comes it is a tree of life.

proverbs 13.12

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Daniel Jackson said...

Thank God for trees!