I write creatively (stories and poems) whether I am supposed to or not. Mostly these connect in some way to my spiritual life. While I was unemployed I had time to share them in a couple of groups, but now I have nowhere to share them but I still write. So I will share them here in view of my blog (and not necessarily every week). My church is near a garden and I have a tendency to run early. As a result I had a chance to walk in the garden and think about life, nature and being.
Sometimes I am like a tree
impatient for spring in August,
which at the first sign
of mild weather bursts into blossoms
too early, overenthusiastic
and frail against winter’s last
strong breaths of frost.
Resilient plants know
to put forth only hope at first;
to hold the singing birds gently, lightly;
stay bare-branched and watch
knowing something will awaken
even without the desperation.