Photo: Dave Frahm
Dormant Dreams
Desires and dreams
encased in a seed,
Released in the
black earth of faith.
Time to let go of what I think I
need,
And hold on to
the hope of His grace.
Longingly gazing at
empty brown dirt,
Can’t make your
dreams grow any faster.
For the seed in the soil
is dormant, not dead.
Look up, to the
face of the Master.
Call out for courage,
have patience, have faith!
A mystery’s unveiling,
my friend.
For a small,
simple seed can yield sunflower gold.
Surely, this
isn’t the end.
In the fullness of
time, resurrection.
The earth births a
tender young shoot.
Nurtured and
tended with strong, loving hands
The flower grows
deep, solid roots.
And the seedling
unfolds to a blossom,
Pure artistry formed in the dark.
In His perfect
timing the Harvester brings
Fruition to
desires of the heart.
--
Jackie M. Johnson
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