Under steely gray sky and damp chill of morning stillness…
Nature waits in suspended animation for winter to set in…
The dying down of color is well underway–the laying down to rest…
After weeks of fog… and snappy days of brilliant sun, the rains are returning.
But in my gum-boot tromp to see if there are yet any surprises,
I find these hardy hangers-on:
In their dying glory, blooming (!)
Resisting frost to render seed for the next generation…
And in the scraggly blackberry hedge, long devoid of fruit, now haven to tiny tittering birds–
there shines this single blossom, determined to fulfill its design however late in the season.
Yes! That is my desire too ( :
“The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed…
But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently…” Rom.8:19,25
And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap,
if we faint not. Gal 6:9
Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord. 1Cor. 15:58