Lent 32


Springing Forth from Jess Fletcher small

Time then, to take stock of the value of things. What means more to your aching heart? The rough touch of tree bark, cracked and ancient, carved by the trample of a million ant feet and the sporadic chewing of glisten-eyed deer? Or the place on the ladder you have worked so hard and so long to reach? Which foothold is more solid? Isn’t it better to be near the ground, feet on God’s good earth, than with your head in man-made clouds that blind you to the true nature of things? I love you so much, I will let you decide.


Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

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