Pastor’s Pondering 05/20/2020

I should have one garden bed
That I let go to jungle
( I’m not saying I don’t).
One that becomes lush and dark
With whatever God grows there
While I slumber through the night.
One whose secrets are not revealed
Until at the first hard frost of autumn,
One whose mysteries I will never
Put to order like silver bells
And cocker shells.

Oh and then
I shall speak to my orderly rows
And say, “See-
Why can’t you yield like them?”
Because wild salad
Gets joyously served at God’s table,
I’m sure.

George R Pasley

May 20, 2020

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