This Sunday at BLC
Sunday, September 24, 2017 – Sixteenth Sunday After Pentecost
Faith in a Flower
Stirs our awareness of the absolute otherness of our Creator:
Cultivated in our garden and flourishing in the wild,
Silent perfection early bursting in Spring,
On the woodland paths before the tree canopy:
The yellow Trout Lily; white bright Bloodroot; quiet green Grass of Parnassus; white clouds of Trillium; flocks of Virginia Bluebells, flourish deep in the woods.
Later in Summer, by the narrow brook:
Orange and yellow Touch-Me-Not; Great Blue Lobelia; gently nodding Turtle Heads; staunch Joe Pyeweed wave’s pale pink blossoms; steadfast Boneset; slender pink Ladies Thumb; small-eyed fuschia Pinks.
Something not seen, becomes apparent; something lost is found; a precious plant grows again.
The early Fall fields fill with waving Golden Rod; purple and white Asters; Black-Eyed Susans; blue Chicory, paint the roadside in a harmonious canvas of color.
Through the fragile thing,
The brief blossoming
Of all growing things,
We find: restoration, resurrection, and holy fruit.
Causing me to ask:
Why and How, such intricacy, such glory?
Causing me to Pause:
And remember the promise of everlasting life,
the greatness of the Creator.
Causing me to fall silent:
In wonder and reverence for a promise beyond our understanding,
but surely there.
Psalm 9: I will praise You, Oh Lord, with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous works. I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name Most High.
Dear God, thank you, For your Creation, For its Infiniteness,
For its Restoring Beauty, For its Lifegiving Force,
For Evidence of your Great Power and Continued Promise to us your servants. Amen