field of dreams
humanity: just pieces of grass flailing frantically bent and yellowed broken trampled. together we're a lush meadow. alone, we're fragile, flimsy, gone with the wind. dear Gardener: fertilize these roots, water our soiled souls and keep our heads held high amidst the storm. make us your field of dreams.
posted by kanadians in korea @ 7:01 AM
2 Comments:
Hey, is my blade of grass planted beside you? I hope so =)
We can be fragile and flimsy, but don't forget, if we're rooted in Christ, we're stronger than even we know.
Love you!
A.
Beautiful word picture, Emily - and a reminder of our human frailty and need for one another; and the Gardener. "All flesh is like grass, and its glory like the flowers of the field..."
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