The tendrils of your love extend toward the hungry heart, and there, wrap around the fruit yet to ripen. The roots of the vine go deep, and the trunk thickens with the wisdom of ancients and the endurance of time.
How fortunate, for us, to tap into that source of sustenance as we stretch and yearn, eager to mature into exquisite sweetness.
How gracious is your mercy when our blemishes appear, and the ravages of the world peck at us and leave us scarred. Still, we bloom, with the seeds of potential tucked within us to share and disperse.
How generous are the opportunities to begin each day anew, to extend and reach as we’re able, beckoned by the song of your joy, and the warmth of your love.
Blessed are we, who anchor and stretch, twist and turn, produce yield and take a dormant turn. Blessed are we who have the source of love for renewal and life.
Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the demands of parish life volunteering for animal rescue groups. She occasionally succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence.
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