Thursday, December 15, 2016

Fourth Week of Advent Reflection

Awaiting Renewal: Fourth Week
by George Pasley

Walking on the blistering pavement
On the hottest day of the summer
On the hottest year in decades,
I discovered
Thriving in the split concrete of the walk
Some sort of flowers, miniscule,
That only God could have planted
And only somebody looking straight down
Would have noticed.

They thrived there,
And bloomed,
When they would have died on the lawn
Or been yanked out and discarded from the garden
Or never grown at all,
In the shade of the giant tree.

And before long
There came a thunderstorm
And those miniscule flowers disappeared,
While along that street hibiscus flourished
And hydrangea showed off their stuff
And gladiolas burst forth in shouts of color.

But I remember first those miniscule flowers
That only God could have planted
And who only bloomed
During that one hot, dry spell.

I remember,
Because God sent them
To where I was
And they were my talisman of hope
Until blossoms burst forth 
In the desert turned garden.

George Pasley is a poet and pastor of Ketchikan Presbyterian Church in Ketchikan, AK. The question most often asked of George Pasley by his Alaska congregation is, "Where are you going now?" In 2016 the vagabond pastor visited Cuba with the Outreach Foundation, and South Korea with the Presbytery of Northwest Coast Korea study group. Next year, he may just stay home.

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