“And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin” Matthew 6:28
I considered the lilies,
birds of the air,
grass of the field —
You asked,
“Are you not
much better than they?”
From that nascent moment
when eyes first saw the light,
mumbling lips
birthed joy
unspeakable:
my life a conundrum,
a mustard seed,
a gift.
For You pursued me
but I found You:
as the thirsty deer
in summer
pants towards the mirthful
water brooks —
And like the almond
will I blossom
in love’s grace,
by the lilies,
birds of the air,
grass of the field —
by streams
of living water.
by D. G. V. © 2012
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*** photography by Oleg Shatov