Late Have I Loved You

I was thinking about resilience, “springing back.” In the woods where I go walking there are places where this winter’s winds leveled whole stands of trees.
Recently I noticed that there is already fresh growth springing up. I know I don’t need to worry about the woods. Saplings that once struggled to find a little light beneath a denser canopy will now in time become themselves the crown.  
It’s people I worry about. We have had such a season of hard stories. I can only pray for faith that there will be a fresh crop of resurrection stories, each one grown of whatever circumstances may have fallowed the fields.


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About Artist's Eye

Our family moved to the Community in 1990. While raising our two children here I've worked at Paraclete Press and have been involved with Fine Arts over the years. I love to paint, tell stories, and build puppets--a thirty foot whale and her baby for the Spirit of America Band Field Show was one of the funnest projects I've ever done!

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