Amongst the dead and the dying shines a blossom of our holiness.
And at its core, we discover the golden filaments of faith, hope and love
It is in the gardens of our wilderness that we seek Him. In the darkness, we search for His light, and having found it, we are enveloped by His whispers as a source of comfort and fellowship.
It is through His word that creation comes alive and God is seen in everything and everything begins to see Him. On this mystical journey, even when the light is surrounded by darkness, there are footsteps of faith we tread down the paths of His garden.
I find my solace in this dappled sunlight and experience all the emotions of my faith as I bend to cradle this single flower. From the joy of nature’s song, my soul soars with its choir and this mystic realm with its flowing amoebic form of time and space brings hope out of the darkness and the Holy Spirit bursts forth from the golden core of light.
