around my yard

It is blossom time.

A friendly ornateness awaits every afternoon. I take for granted these live things, their doings, their openings, their murmurs. They guard my boundaries in beauty, with peace.

They are real. Nothing can unmake them. Though they fade and return again to their dust, the face of the earth is yet once more renewed.

I'm borrowing ancient words. David, the shepherd king who responded to things most deeply alive, expressed mystery in reality.

He began with waters, which pass between the mountains. Like the water I wander alongside, sometimes recalling it is nice to look up.

The waters... shall give drink to all the wild animals of the field; the wild asses shall quench their thirst; the birds of heaven shall dwell beside them; they shall sing from the midst of the rocks. The earth shall be satisfied with the fruit of Your works. You are He who causes grass to grow for the cattle, and the green plant for the service of man, to bring forth bread from the earth; and wine gladdens the heart of man, to brighten his face with oil; and bread strengthens man's heart. The trees of the plain shall be full of fruit...


Fresca said…
I kid you not, it was snowing here in Mpls this morning.
Does the Bible even mention snow?
deanna said…
Wow, snow on April 16!

According to my Strong's Concordance, there are around two dozen times snow is used. Jesus is transfigured on Mt. Tabor and his garment becomes white as snow. Transgressions are washed away, changing from scarlet to wool or snow.

Some passages actually speak of snow itself, like this from Isaiah 55: "But as heaven is distant from earth, so is my way distant from your ways, and your thoughts from my mind. For as rain comes down or snow from heaven, and does not return until it saturates the earth, and it brings forth and produces, and gives seed to the sower and bread for food, so shall my word be, whatever proceeds from my mouth."

Maybe you feel your city has been saturated now? ;)