Hello everyone. I hope you are well and keeping safe. I will soon share with you all the work that has been going on with the Renew and Rebuild Committee. We are getting ready for some major repair (and replenishing) work first. (What is it about "R's"!)
Today I thought simply to share part of a poem by George Herbert (1593-1633). It is called "The Flower" To me it speaks about the underlying wonderful forces within us that stay ever busy to help us be fulfilled and happy in spite of what the present reality might be. Perhaps you might have another take. Enjoy the day!
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
Are Thy returns! ev’n as the flow’rs in Spring,
To which, besides their own demean
The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring;
Grief melts away
Like snow in May,
As if there were no such cold thing.
Who would have thought my shrivel’d heart
Could have recover’d greennesse? It was gone
Quite under ground; as flow’rs depart
To see their mother-root, when they have blown,
Where they together
All the hard weather,
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.