Can a painting find color and line to define the expectancy of late winter, when sunlight’s growing warmth sets a halo of energy around our trees? They seem to invisibly quiver; to shake off winter grays; to color the air with shimmers of pink, azure, red, yellows and hopes of green. My eyes light up at the sight, knowing the trees are poised, tremblingly ready to awaken and break forth into visible life.
Amber sap rises, vitality pulses, invisible energies deepen to surround each woody frame. Expectant limbs vibrate, as if to to say, “The buds are swelling! Leaves are coming . . soon. Soon, sweet space, you will no longer be empty— I shall fill you with life, with blossoms and beauty; I shall clothe you with garments of green, and you shall ripen and send forth your seeds and mature your fruit.”
That was in February or March. Now it is late May. I don’t know how it happens, but it’s happening again. The wonder of watching sunlight, water, and earth soil from far off stars work together to nurture seeds into visible growing life is happening again. Right here, outside my window, green growth is pushing up all over. Stay ready space and place. You’re being filled with visible life— be the miracle you hold, the miracle you are— rejoice!
All this vibrant life outside my window suggests Jesus. He too is Seed. He is the Seed of the woman, the Seed of Abraham, the Seed of Isaac, Jacob, Jesse, and the Seed of David. He is the Promised Seed of God. And wonder of love, His Seed can grow in you and me and bring forth fruit. We can nurture Him, His very Life, His truth, His love, His mercy and His Kingdom in the soil of our hearts— and we can sow His Seed of Life eternal into the lives of others.
