Winter Harvest Jan8 by melodylowes Garden’s winter grave Snowy soil on Sabbath rest Patience being sown Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
What a great little poem, Melody. You always pack so much for me to think about in your words! Like patience being sown . . .thank you!
Thank YOU. You pack a lot of encouragement into you little cyber-smiles, I tell you!
Does Patience grow best in difficult soil?
Unfortunately, I think it really does. Sheesh. I’m pretty sure I’d like to try some good fluffy volcanic loam just once. 🙂
Ah, yes, but if it grew too easily we would have to change the name….it wouldn’t be patience anymore. Oh, life is full of complications and vexations 😉
You’re right. If it grew on trees (and not the kind that you have to scale a cliff for and dodge huge thorns to boot!) it wouldn’t be quite the same. Drat.
Hi Melody, Lovely poem and photo. It is amazing to think of the perennials that will bloom again.
Isn’t it? A great faith lesson – what looks IMPOSSIBLE today is BEAUTIFUL in time…
Waiting on the Lord is a fruitful garden, isn’t it Melody ?
And oh, such good practice. I am rather bad at the practice part… 🙂
Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
I am on the road and took a few minutes to check email. I found this beautiful poem about Sabbath rest and patience. It has such a Zen quality as we sow the seeds of virtue that we need to make the world a better place.
Oh I love that “patience being sown”–I’m getting so much better at that (from time to time, not always–in case you’re taking notes). God bless you BIG.
I AM taking notes. Full report to follow.
Hope you grade on the curve…
My daughter: “Why are you giggling?” Me: Caddo is crazy. Daughter: “What’s a Caddo?” Me: (more giggles + superior smirk)
Oh I am doubled over with happy guffaws, cackling, hooting–and you don’t know how bad I needed a laugh, ‘specially re my own doubtful identity…. I’ll be laughing all night–crazy Caddo, for sure–but her questions is just a brilliant gem!! How old is she, out of curiosity?
16! Obviously I need to get her out more.
I was gonna guess 16–great age–I think it was the last year of innocent hope for me…ah well. Does she read poetry blogs by chance?
Not a chance. And my son is pretty much allergic to poetry and won’t read any of mine at knife-point.
Oh those kids, whadayagonna do? Can’t change ’em, can’t toss ’em in a snow bank.
Snowbank! Now why didn’t I think of that???
Just don’t tell your daughter it was a Caddoan solution–the border between our turfs is invisible, last I checked.
*snort* And dare I add guffaw?
I forgot to add snort to my previous list–gosh it feels good to laugh.
This is so lovely. Thank you for sharing!! 🙂
Thank you, Skye!
You are very welcome! 🙂
I’m impatient! 😉
Me, too, I’m afraid. I’m working on it. 😉
🙂 Love your verse, Melody.
There is no time as Sabbath’s rest
To dwell upon the worst, the best
Of wrested, soulful sighs of test
That made us who we are.
how long does patience take to grow … I hope not long!!!!!
Ha! 🙂 I don’t really know – mine hasn’t come up yet!
Beautiful image! Wonderful Haiku!
Thank you very much! Enjoy your weekend!