Gently spraying water on potted petunias,
I’m enjoying the cascade of snowy whites and deep amethysts overflowing,
Some now stretching their arms, straining heads between white painted rails,
While others dance to the refresh-splashed pearl droplets glistening on each one.
I notice the newly burst-forth circlets — unknown English-wildflower beauties —
Back! Amongst the breathless pinks of another pot, higher up.
Tiny rows of delicate – light pink, then dark, then light –
Like candy-striper versions of Queen Anne’s Lace!
This revelation bubbles across me…
For I’m no gardener
Have no green thumb
Have tried to cut off the dead heads, make room for new
Not sure if they‘d reappear after all this time —
But here they ARE… like prized green crowns poking up and awaiting their jewels.
And I smile to think… O, this lovely morning is like a sea of shimmer glass.
Sparkles to focus in…simple lights.
Americana flags across the way, billowing in and out on Spirit-breeze.
Reminding me… of wondrous words I read on another blogger’s post today…
from John 3:5, Message version –
Unless a person submits to this original creation—the ‘wind-hovering-over-the-water’ creation, the invisible moving the visible, a baptism into a new life—it’s not possible to enter God’s kingdom…
And of all the seeds I’ve been sending forth to faith…
And that new life promises…joys still unseen…are about to (even bursting to) bloom!
Childish voices echo back to me from yesterday then…
A parade of three skipping merrily by my porch, gleefully singing,
Like piglet and pooh and friends…making up a tune…
La la la… we’re singing a happy song! O la la la, we’re singing a happy song!
And I catch the grin of their Grandma,
following behind like Christopher Robin, joining heart and voice…
Pulling me along too…
free and light and merry!
Early geese fly overhead now,
Their honking a bit hoarse and rusty-weak, like they are just trying it out,
Gliding across the blue and white of the early morning light
Above the ocean sounds of treetops swaying
Beyond the angel songs stirring my chimes
Through the sunshine laughing gaily at this day’s report for on and off rain
Towards cotton puffs whispering… we may still come yet…
And I think…
Here, in this moment, with visibility for what’s to come yet blurred,
I see… and praise…
— The invisible moving the visible —
Oh Lord, it isn’t… Folgers…
But Your… effervescence…
that fills my cup!
© Pam Depoyan
Let’s empty the dregs, and refresh…
What’s filling your cup today? I’d love to hear…
Linking with Ann at Multitudes on Mondays
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