Diary Entry 42

An apology –

two words

that within a heart

will flourish;

like a flower

at Springtime

invites conversion.

Sometimes necessity

remains unfound,

and the seeds

of newness

in dry soil are bound.

What do we do

with such want

and longing?

Look to Him to provide

nourishment’s dawning.

For we can till and till,

looking for the lost,

but it won’t be found

in the earth we toss.

When you are in need

of that solace

unwilling to blossom;

look upward in prayer

the forever flowing faucet.

Two words deemed needed

when hurt plants its start –

now offered from He who tills

the garden of our hearts.



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