WITNESSING

Out here? We walk as friends through the garden. Pointing. Chatting. Looking for beauty. Gasping. Trying to catch our breath, but also finding the space to breathe. To trust. To believe. To learn. Even in its passings. Or when things don’t go as planned.

We sing. We praise. Because we know the water and the compost and the fertilizer helps. But we are not behind the glory of creation. It is not within ourselves to make it happen. We are simply caretakers on a bigger-scoped journey, witnessing.