The wellsprings of God's Spirit

Are very often reborn

Out of unrelenting pressure

Rejection and isolation

But unmistakable

Are the fruits of God's patience and mercy

When contrasted against the backdrop

Of this world's merrymaking charade

We are like palm trees

In the desert of Man's pride

Feeding off the underground oasis of God's Word

And the blessed awareness of heaven's light

While the bleak, ignorant sand

Moves from one dune to the next

Without an inkling of what God's saints are up to

Or all about

Alone at times are we

But only from without

For our inner/hidden life in Christ

Is irrevocably married

To God's Heart and Mind

And in continuous fellowship

With every, good fruit-bearing tree

In Father's earthbound

Perfectly connected garden

John Christopher

1983