One gift of keeping a garden is its unceasing need for attention.
At times, this may not seem such a gift.
At times, it seems a burden.
But, that way it has of
perpetually drawing us in--
it keeps us grounded;
gives us an overall linear purpose
despite the changes in its life and seasons.
This day in the liturgical calendar is marked as Pentecost.
Whitsunday, it was once called.
Not so much anymore...still...
the day itself is commemorated.
Historic, yet very current, ever present.
So if you have them in your growing place
walk among the red and white flowers...
the living paraments and vestments
the living paraments and vestments
of this place you know as your garden.
Consider how it was
in March
and how it will be in October.
Add something stone but also
Plant something new.
Worship without words
the One who reconciled all the things that were
and are
and are to be
to Himself.
Happy Pentecost.
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