In the dead of the Winter, God, I’m gardening. I don’t doubt the outcome because I learned at your knee to live in faith, knowing that Spring will come. Then, with Solomon, I will rejoice. “See! Winter is past…flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in the land.”
How does a Winter garden grow? With hope. It grows brighter each time, because I live knowing that you, O God, color even our wintry days from love’s Spring palette.
God’s plan, like lilies, pure and white, unfold; We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; Time will reveal the chalices of gold.
Mary Louise Riley Smith (Poem – Sometime) From the book, “Prayers for Life”
While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, Cold and heat, Summer and winter, And day and night Shall not cease. Genesis 8:22
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every matter under heaven: A time to give birth and a time to die; A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted. Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.
The blossoms have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land. Song of Solomon 2:11-12
