Timing and tangles…..

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Words haven’t found me this week.
I tried to wrangle some into a few lines and they bolted and scattered
and worked themselves into tangles
like vines climbing corn in the field.

Didn’t feel ready or good to my heart,  the things I wanted to say.
Like the persimmons by the creek,
fleshing out but still too bitter.

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So I’ll share these light bits of morning and glory
instead,
waiting for unforced rhythms of grace
Because I really like letting ripe happen.

And it’s beautiful when things open and unfold
in their own sweet time.

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To everything –  turn,  turn,  turn
there is a season –  turn,  turn,  turn
and a time to every purpose under heaven.
-The Byrds

“To everything there is a season….”
-Ecclesiastes 3:1

I’m so glad to send a copy of my September issue of Ripplesongs
to Susan Etole,  whose own lovely spirit has lifted mine
for so many times and seasons.