here in this sand
echo the halls
i follow the
mete out my
lose my clenching
find what was
seek what is
life laid down
i watch him plant
and life is
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with a secondary prompt to experiment with the
no caps no punctuation style of poetry that ee cummings made famous
and my heart started pounding
when i heard a whisper
calling my ground
What if the very place where the trial looks hardest,
where the ground seems most burnt
is actually the place most holy
in the eyes of the ONE who is changing
You might recognize that first photo above
as the one I posted here earlier this spring
after the DNR had come through our favorite
prairie park with a prescribed burn.
The second photo shows the prairie transformed,
when we visited just a few weeks ago. It’s hard to
imagine the way that fire birthed life into
the worn-out prairie lands.
These burnt-out shifting sand places of our lives
become HIS fertile land
when we let Him have the final say.
But in those days when I stop short, try to shorten the
process, or worse yet,
go off in my corner to pout,
I only hinder His planting,
quench off His Spirit,
and stunt my own growth.
For those of us who seek our corners,
can I offer a prayer?
“Dear Lord of the Harvest,
what an Amazing LORD you are!
Will you open our eyes
to see YOU in the
shifting sands of our days?
Will you help us to loosen our hold
and come out of the corners,
to find YOU at work
in the fertile soil,
the sandy loam
of hearts set free,
to be transformed into
YOUR HOLY GROUND.”
Meg Weyerbacher, #Teaandwordtuesday
Debbie Kitterman, #TuneInThursday