#531: Escape to Lily Pond

The summer has barely begun.

We are already sneaking off to the Lily Pond

to escape the crowds.

Scoping out a picnic site.

The cedar grove is taken...

This tree will do.

Cinnamon fern unfurls only in spring but

We'll be back again and again,

to watch apple blossoms turn to fruit.

And grape vines yield grapes.

Thorny bushes, blackberries.

And the high-bush blueberries, visions of thieves.

Wally wishes she could come.

#530: Sermon Haiku #40: Galatians 5:22-24

Holy Spirit's fruit

Love: genuine affection

Agape ripened

Exuberant joy

Keeping the Father's commands

Fruit that never spoils

Shalom transcendant

Incomprehensible peace

Guarding minds and hearts

Willing to stand by

Holding tight to God's promise

Patient endurance

Kindly compassion

Heart's unfolding giftedness

Sweet-smelling flower

God's goodness prevails

Committed to holiness

Giving way to grace

Eyes focused on God

Pruned carefully, still faithful

Nourished by the Vine

Oh, gentle of heart

Never forcing my own way

How I long for this

The fruit comes from Him

By the Holy Spirit's power

God, not self, control.

#529: Nantucket Patterns

Narcissus in the mist.

There are so many daffodils this time of year,

it takes deliberate effort to appreciate individuals.

Same with my woven necktie seats.

See the tiny whales?

Seashell patterns show the touch of God.

Both univalves...

And bivalves.

Even lowly tree mushrooms sing His glory.

We join in when we create patterns

of our own.