Preparing

I watched him from the window

pulling weeds

and turning soil.

Preparing..

Making room all afternoon

while the sun lit up the way.

He left it sitting quietly on the backsteps ..

said he found it hidden deep within the honeysuckle.

Ah.. that honeysuckle which cannot be contained

always reaching up to claim and overcome!

"If I prune it right back this time - it will let more light into the house",

he spoke it sure as he pushed hard into the vine-wrapped sky.

A wooden womb appeared

it's secret now laid bare-

Vine and earth together

once had brought forth Life!

And I saw within,

the hope of a mother

long ago

who had woven faith and dreams

to birth her Babe.

While the world was not expecting

not preparing...

He had come.

Hidden deep but lifted high-

her sweet Honeysuckle-Child!

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living in eucharisteo:
 for dirt and twigs and hiddeness
expectation and preparation
waiting in the darkness
brand new life
a mother's love
promises kept
hope renewed
a husband's patient pruning
Fathers guiding light
for rain..and towels to soak the overflow
mild days in summer
 crickets chirping in the black of night
phonecalls from friends
celebration plans
anticipation of being together again
singing of Yeshua - Salvation is His Name!
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