Despite failure, disappointment; despite age,
my field of living hope grows green
where faith gains—
there is work in common with people
I connect to, care about, and long to expand
the fields with despite
political divides, economic barriers
or other proprietary lines—
as I see there is something here
for everyone with a heart
for the unlimited.
when we connect to simple ways to connect to the rhythms of the earth, what people are saying and feeling and needing to be heard, as much as to the season of our own life, then we grow; it is here we sense the joy, the bounty, the goodness of the harvest; it is here we are reminded of all those seeds we sowed; that nothing that is done in the name of love can be for naught; that somehow it’s all caught up in the plans and unfailing hopes of God
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