In the Garden

He waits.

He longs

for us,

for our company.

He delights in us.

He longs for us to 

walk with Him

in the garden. 
 
We hear Him gently, 
whispering our name...
What do we do
when we hear 
His whisper?

Do we run to Him, 
longing for His company?
Do we busy ourselves
with earthly
distractions?

Do we drop
whatever we are doing
and walk in the garden 
 with our Heavenly
Daddy in the cool of the day?

 He yearns for us to
 listen to Him
speak into our hearts...
to speak direction in the midst of days 
when we are terribly and hopelessly lost 
in dark forests...
to speak peace when we're drowning in 
 turmoil and our ship is sinking in the storm,

to speak His perfect love to cast out our shivering fears,
to wrap His divine comfort as a blanket and bandage around our open wounds...

We only need to walk with Him
in the garden
and He will be enough...
More. Than. Enough.  

Copyright © 2012 Marie Nease    
  
  

Bare

The last of the leaves,

swirling in their letting go,

unveiled in autumn's glow,

now reveal the

true beauty of 

her intricate branches, 

bare, yet reaching

heavenward.

Though Winter's chilly

winds may gust,

and her arms bow low,

she'll be able to stand.

Her graceful limbs grow

strong, enduring Winter's rest.

Hopeful, budding green

will sprout again in Spring. 

Her graceful branches,

dressed in Spring's newness

stretching skyward,

into vivid blue, inviting, 

attract a feathered friend

to perch awhile

 and share an 

enchanting song 

heard before, but only

in her dreams...  
© 2012 Marie Nease  

  Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
   but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.

Proverbs 13:12