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Gardener's Christmas Grace
by A. Paige White What if you were shown a little garden?
A lovely little garden
And you were led to one particular tree
that had fruit shaped like an eggplant
deep hue of purplish blue under
a pearly gloss translucent yet reflective
with gently rounded stem leaves, slightly scalloped, gently cupping
the fragrance as you approach is a springing summer rain
lit by a lightening flash
and the beauty, oh it captivates your gaze
drawing it deep within, to the very heart
a succulent feast
It is freely given to me. It is the mystery of the Kingdom. A Holy Kingdom.
I suppose, and hope, one day some of the gifted will prepare our communion loaves from it. I just wonder what Emeril would do with it? Or Justin Wilson?
One of these will be given you, if you but ask. My heart is constricted, my chest is squeezed I long so to see that face I see in my dreams. He whispers so kindly. He says it's ours, He's freely given everything to possess what His heart burns for, our first love.
We are His passion. His treasure. He's jealous for our attention. Zealous as well. My prayer is that everyone who reads of this little garden will be given the gift of faith to see their own little garden and their savior walking in it with them, faith to see just how He's been walking with them all along and just undiscerned. I also pray that suddenly, you will sense His love in such intensity that reverence is far to mild a word to describe your reaction. Happy Birthday Jesus! You are my Christmas present and I am so glad you are present with me! 12/05/2006
Author's Note: Amen
Posted on 12/06/2006
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