Who knew that you

brilliant, blooming cactus

could grow such stunning beauty

from such a tangle of sharp thorns?

I know that I too

can offer the beauty of Grace

even in the most thorny place

to all who pass by.

I went to the wilderness this Good Friday morning to worship in the best way I knew how. A pure white flower with four heart shaped petals gave an eloquent Easter sermon on the miracle of new life given to us as pure Grace, blooming in the desert of our hearts when we least expect it.

Then I looked up and saw the dry red earth covered with white flowers!  My heart leaped into hope, for I had been despairing for days about the cruel fate of this tortured earth.  I knelt in the red dirt and built an altar to express that hope, that Easter hope,  which knows that Life does overcome the worst that death can do.  

Wondrous Water!
May my soul, like you, 
reflect the divine beauty
above me, around me, within me
refreshing
delighting
other souls 
as they catch a glimpse of the divine beauty
above, around, within them

Looking towards the Light

breathing music

where feet 

far more ancient than mine

once walked.

I am not alone here.