Blue Granny's Bonnets nodding their heads in the dappled shade.
The pink promise of summer fruit hangs over our back garden,
luring bees and nectar seeking birds to the blossoming boughs.
The blackbird sings his huge heart out all day long ,
and the parrots and sparrows steal straw to build their nests.
September has brought somber news of a dear friend's sorrow
over the sudden illness of her grown child.
I sit in the antiseptic ward with her
the doors locked before and after our visit.
I look into the frightened eyes of the young woman who I have loved
as one of my own for over 20 years..and I pray.
This season shall pass..of that I am sure!
As peach petals fall...our tears water the soil of God's Heart
and therein shall grow up a delivery strong and full of fruitful life in Him,
for the seed that is hiding beneath hurt and confusion now
shall rise to struggle upward and take it's freedom flight to joy again,
carried on wings of prayer and grace..and a mother's faithful waiting!