The garden on this Sunday morning carried a celebrant look witnessing to the fruits of the giving earth!
While I was absorbed in this enchanting sights, Daphne entered the feeding table for birds, unnoticed. When I gave her a forbidding call, she decided to leave without a protest. Ever since Daphne had her surgery for malignancy six months ago and is showing signs of spread of the malignancy, she has a less enthusiastic exploratory walk and coffins herself to the courtyard and the front garden. Her desire to please us in different ways is evident even when she copes with the illness.
It was after these pleasing sights in the garden, Anna chose to sing the following hymn:
"Father I pace into Your hands
The things I can't do,
Father I place into Your hands
The time's I have been through
Father, I place into Your hands
The way I should go,
For I know that I always can trust You.
Father, I place into Your hands
My friends and family
Father I place into Your hands
The things that rouble me
Father I place into Your hands us
The person I would be
For I know I always can trust You..."
The garden is a witness to the goodness of God upon earth. The goodness and mercy become the ground on which we live and have our being.
I felt that the plants, buds and flowers bring us awareness of the nearness of God !
M.C.Mathew (text and photo)
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