He makes all things fresh with a reach that exceeds our grasp.
In the Drizzle
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In the Flower Garden
He is the deep valleys of the dark purple iris, the wafting fragrance of the tea rose, falling with the shattering of burgundy peony petals, shining in the reflected sunshine of the wild buttercup, crushed and bleeding among the mown crimson clover.
In the Past and Now the Present
He is in the decades old photo of a great great grandparent whose hands look very much like my own.
Off the Line
He is in the sheets and towels taken off the clothesline, clean, a little rough, but sun-dried and wind-whipped fresh.
In the Raindrops
He is in the tears that fall from the gray eye of sky, to form puddles reflecting heaven on earth.
In Each Breath Before Our Last
He is in each cherished breath from the first; only He can know which is our last. When it comes, He breathes forever into us, cradled in His everlasting arms.
In the Soil of Our Hearts
He is the forgiving worm in the soil of our hearts, unexpectedly unearthed and quickly covered up when we don’t wish to see Him, yet He continues to work within us, enriching, opening and fertilizing everything He touches.
In the Mist
He is in the morning mist hanging over the mountain while first light bird song rises to greet Him.
Within Reach
He is sitting at the bed of the dying as they reach into the air to touch him in the hours before their last breath.
In the New Sprout
He is in the new seedling unfurling from the ground, pushing aside the darkness to thrive in the light.
God Incognito 