Spring...
Onions we can eat all year, being forced to grow out of season.
Onions that when opened brings a tear, cut to the heart, for what reason?
A coil of metal, inside a watch,
How quickly time flies… tick tock! tick tock!
Moments, taken to reflect on the past.
Making memories, good and bad, that last,
and last, and last.
All around the flowers are growing...
Budding with promise, and intrinsically KNOWing…
The warmth of the Sun is changing their nature
Like The Son who does the same with nuture...
The coil of possibility inside us... tightening and relaxing
depending on what An act of will causes,
but patience. . . with pauses. . .
Create a Holy Space for God to act,
and bring about changes ... Changes that last
... completing the Circle Of life … His intention?
To restore His image In His creature, His invention...
To bring to fulfilment, His likeness... let in
the healing from sickness, the sickness of sin
SO...
Lord Jesus, come in… Come in… Come IN
…To our broken places, Especially our mind And bring us to life with You
And ALL of MANKIND