“And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?” (Matthew 6:28-30 ESV)
photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017
So many flowers are white, aren’t they, which seems odd when they are meant to attract insects. Most white blooms have a strong fragrance instead of a deep colour. Lilies especially make us think of purity, and yet have a heavy, pungent aroma, and their pollen stains dreadfully. I love white petals that have a translucent quality, ones that let the light shine through. They remind me of bridal veils and the robes of Ascension, whose dazzling whiteness would have made soap-powder companies weep.
text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017
Light and dark growing up together, the wheat and the tares alike welcoming in each new dawn, each new dusk. Brother and sister, soil siblings, rising up from the same earth, basking in the same sun, dancing in the same swirls of breeze, refreshed by the same rain. Bringing forth difference stood side by side, some sailing petals, some harvest food, blood red and golden ears, all beauty, all belonging, altogether.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015