A Poem for the Faithless (I understand.)

more than once I
bent
the vine
to make sure there
was life
(oh ye of little faith)
and then one day while
looking away
it bloomed,
of course it did.
(Lord, help my
unbelief.)

-S.V.F., Faith

took this photos of our garden’s grape vine yesterday. It stretches over the front garden gate & makes the garden like a secret magical thing.

read more:

The Heart of Hugh – launching this spring

Hope is a Gangly Thing – words for March

The Grace of God in Seasons of Pain



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