Friday, April 12, 2019 – Waiting

 

I grow impatient for flowers

in the garden

in the parks

and I think I might buy some at the grocery store to tide me over.

I go into my archives where there are flashes of delight

recalling springs past

attention paid

and I remember wisdom in the waiting.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
2 comments
  1. Everywhere here there is a carpet of tiny, bright, yellow flowers on a sea of emerald. However, tomorrow it is supposed to snow. The flowers here are tough so maybe they will survive.

    1. It sounds lovely, Juliana. Those flowers have to be tough given the temperature fluctuations you experience there!

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