morning mist barbara drewry poem
S.W. Biddulph

Poetry Break by Barbara Drewry

Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.

~Plutarch~

Morning Mist

Seeds planted in dark earth, bright faith keeping watch

against the terrors that would intercept

their passage to the sun. Watered with morning mist, tears

from Heaven’s angels shedding life across the sky.

“Be not busy now,” soft

wind seems to whisper, “with wondering of endings,

the losing or the winning. Spring is now,

sunshine warms. Believe, and keep believing.”

 

                Grateful, growing now, my trusting and my needing.

                Humbled, joyous, is my watching and

                my weeding. Would that I might one day know as total

                surrender as the tiny seeds now

                sprouted into birth, which yield in joyful expectation of

                the Master Planter’s miracle of growth.

 

Touch now the rich earth joined in silent union

with roots that anchor deep

and deeper still. Know that tiny blossoms of the sprout,

or mighty trunk of ancient Oak, are

each as powerless to hold themselves upright

in growth and stature. What holds them fast and

true is that which passers-by can never hope to see.

What holds them is the same as that now holding you and me.

Roots, sure and strong. Faith, nurtured and nurturing.

God’s truth, invisible, unshakeable.

Seeds…planted in dark earth.

Barbara Drewry

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Bio:

My name is Barbara Drewry. I’m a mom, a grandma, a writer, a quilter, a gatherer of little pieces of life that many have, indeed, deemed worthless. They were wrong, of course! Every little piece can be put together with myriad others to make something beautiful.

Published posts on Two Drops of Ink:

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11 comments

  1. I love this! It speaks to my soul. There are seeds planted within me that are still waiting to sprout, but are being watered and fed by God for their perfect time. Thank you for sharing this beauty!

    • Michelle – Thank you so much for your thoughtful, kind response. Yes, God’s timing is not always (or often?) the same as what we wish for, but we really can believe, as you say, that His timing is perfect! Bless you for taking the time to connect. I am grateful! 🙂

  5. Terry – What a wonderful surprise it was to run into my poem on your FB post this evening! Your words of affirmation and encouragement are SUCH a blessing to me! I sent Morning Mist to Two Drops on my birthday (7/27), and today it’s like my poem is coming back to me as a special gift. As I prepare to begin a new chapter of my life, I am, once again, standing on the threshold of the beyond. THANK YOU for standing with me! :-):-) God bless you so much, Terry! 🙂

    • I’m glad it was a surprise to you Barbara! So grateful we connected and I have the privilege of sharing in your journey! I will be anxious to hear all about your new chapter!
      God’s richest blessings on your writing and on your new chapter. 🙏🏼

  6. “Know that tiny blossoms of the sprout,
    or mighty trunk of ancient Oak, are
    each as powerless to hold themselves upright
    in growth and stature. What holds them fast and true is that which passers-by can never hope to see.
    What holds them is the same as that now holding you and me.
    Roots, sure and strong. Faith, nurtured and nurturing.
    God’s truth, invisible, unshakeable.
    Seeds…planted in dark earth.”

    Barbara – your words are beautiful, poetic and true! What a masterful job you’ve done in conveying faith and both God’s Creation and His Children’s dependence on Him!
    How encouraging to me to be reminded that it is HE who nurtures and grows and sustains our faith!
    You need to edit your bio to reflect “Poet” my friend – because indeed you are!

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