Lenten Writing Project Reboot 2020! Writers' Reflections in the Wilderness of Lent
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Sundays in Lent: Picture Prompt
Each Sunday during the Lenten season, a picture is posted for your writing prompt. Since Sundays are technically Lent-free, we do something different that day. What does this picture inspire you to write? (taken from www.internetmonk.com)
In the corner resting year ‘round, humbly serving Master and plant, Broken shard yet wired together, new your purpose, old supplant. Spirit finds a place to use your gifts anew, Maker does a new day grant.
Common planter simply created, held a rose of fine hue. Graced the garden with your service ‘til one winter took you askew, In a back corner mistress put you to stay, visited by very few.
Ants and bugs of every nature know you as a resting spot. Wandering seeds have found a new home, choosing growth and shunning rot. Living out your days in simple ways, serving life until you cannot;
Fired clay from Potter’s own hand, thrown one day long ago. Once a loving mistress claimed you, set you in her household’s flow. Seasons came and went, stormy winds or no, still your plant did show.
Can it be that our lives stand here, Master Gardener tending sure? As life makes its purpose constant, we adjust to every cure. Nothing holds us back, nor from grace sent, in Word alone we’re made pure.
The cracks in that pot would do most pots in. The pieces would be gathered and thrown into the garbage and never seen again. But somehow this one got wrapped with wire and hung on. Her breaks became home for seeds and then plants.. Her color still brought life to the stones around her. Her brokenness and life gave hope to those who passed her tiny corner of the world… to those who knew their own brokenness… to those whose eyes could see.
Humble Pot
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In the corner resting year ‘round, humbly serving Master and plant,
Broken shard yet wired together, new your purpose, old supplant.
Spirit finds a place to use your gifts anew, Maker does a new day grant.
Common planter simply created, held a rose of fine hue.
Graced the garden with your service ‘til one winter took you askew,
In a back corner mistress put you to stay, visited by very few.
Ants and bugs of every nature know you as a resting spot.
Wandering seeds have found a new home, choosing growth and shunning rot.
Living out your days in simple ways, serving life until you cannot;
Fired clay from Potter’s own hand, thrown one day long ago.
Once a loving mistress claimed you, set you in her household’s flow.
Seasons came and went, stormy winds or no, still your plant did show.
Can it be that our lives stand here, Master Gardener tending sure?
As life makes its purpose constant, we adjust to every cure.
Nothing holds us back, nor from grace sent, in Word alone we’re made pure.
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
9 March 2014
Life bursts forth!!
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Cracked
ReplyDeleteThe cracks in that pot
would do most pots in.
The pieces would be gathered
and thrown into the garbage
and never seen again.
But somehow this one
got wrapped with wire
and hung on.
Her breaks became home
for seeds
and then plants..
Her color still brought life
to the stones around her.
Her brokenness
and life
gave hope
to those who passed her tiny corner of the world…
to those who knew their own brokenness…
to those whose eyes could see.
Pastor Larry P Morris
LOVE THIS!
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