We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Loving plants can burden the heart. Frosty breath throughout the yard creates a pang 'bout new day's start. Will plants yet live when times are hard? The plants are sheltered overhead, and 'round four sides with drafty door. My faith seems weak when nighttime dread repeats my prayers to Him implore. We bring the cats and dog inside to shelter them from cold, hard ground, but plant humidity abides in outdoor air of this I've found. That humans need our tenderest care, we'd never shake the head, deny, but often we don't want to share the hope we've found, that makes us shy. The human needs a shelter, choice, protecting from the coldest night. The homeless can now oft rejoice of beds and food from awful plight. But what of plight when life is done? Do humans have a lasting Home and Father's arms in which to run? Or does the cold of lostness cause the unborn spirit e'er to roam? We love our plants and hold them dear. With animals we share our days, but will our loved ones live in fear, while evermore we lift our praise? It's Christ's Commission, that we go compel all humans, "Come inside! Forever His great grace we'll know, and 'neath His wings we'll aye abide." by Jay O'Toole on November 14th, 2019 |