Friday, April 24, 2015
Violets
Violets are shy flowers. They hide beneath the detritus of last year's garden and can be completely overlooked. Some years, I have missed their bloom altogether. I am always disappointed when that happens for violets, beloved and simple flowers, speak to my heart. For me, they are the true heralds of spring.
This past Sunday, my neighbour Debbie and I went looking for our violets, and we found them. Thanks to an amiable wind, I suppose, they had spread from my flowerbed to hers, and as we pushed aside some dead grasses, we found these delicate purple flowers hidden beneath.
We have violets in God's garden, too. They spread God's love, in their own quiet way, in their neighbourhoods, workplaces, schools, barely noticed, sometimes completely overlooked, even by those who benefit from their gifts of service. But when our eyes are opened before God's throne, we may be surprised at some of those who receive the heartfelt "Well done, good and faithful servant." Then, their once undetected brilliance will shine for all to see in the light of the Father's Presence.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Easter Sunday
Previously posted March 22, 2013
Easter Sunday
Darkness turned to light
A touch of hope
And then
Unadulterated JOY.
The unthinkable has been
Thought
The undoable has been
done
The unreasonable is now
Reality.
Darkness turned to light
By truth
We are not imprisoned
Any longer
In cells of our own making.
The light has broken through
Releasing those
held by Darkness.
A new world begins.
Hope, once scattered
Is Now Firm
Truth, once uncertain
Is Now Confirmed
The Future, once Darkened
Is now Filled with
Light
Light that will guide us
Into a new reality-
Through the darkness
Into what was always
Meant to be.
No more holding back
For we know what lies ahead.
No more fear of death
For that blight has been conquered.
Our hope
Our truth
Our future
Joy-filled with Light.
Katherine Kavanagh Hoffman
Friday, April 3, 2015
Good Friday Reflections
First posted March 27, 2013
Crucifixion
The bread and cup
were passed
Thus, the ordeal began.
A furtive meeting
A quiet garden
Filled with prayer and anguish
Sleeping men.
And, then
The sounds of rushing men
intent on duty.
A kiss
The strike of a sword
And healing.
Fearful men.
Trial
Denial
Mockery
A night filled with uncertainty
for many
Though not for
One.
He is sure of the outcome.
And the purpose
Purple robes
Crown of thorns
Cross to bear.
Through the streets
Jeering crowds
A contrast to those
crowds victorious,
worshipful,
mere days ago.
And, then,
Desolation.
The pain of
flesh and spirit torn
The torment of sin,
though not His own
The agony of this labour.
Death brings completion.
"It is finished."
Katherine Kavanagh Hoffman
The bread and cup
were passed
Thus, the ordeal began.
A furtive meeting
A quiet garden
Filled with prayer and anguish
Sleeping men.
And, then
The sounds of rushing men
intent on duty.
A kiss
The strike of a sword
And healing.
Fearful men.
Trial
Denial
Mockery
A night filled with uncertainty
for many
Though not for
One.
He is sure of the outcome.
And the purpose
Purple robes
Crown of thorns
Cross to bear.
Through the streets
Jeering crowds
A contrast to those
crowds victorious,
worshipful,
mere days ago.
And, then,
Desolation.
The pain of
flesh and spirit torn
The torment of sin,
though not His own
The agony of this labour.
Death brings completion.
"It is finished."
Katherine Kavanagh Hoffman
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