‘The time of business,’ said he, ‘does not with me differ from the time of prayer; and in the noise and clutter…. , while several persons are at the same time calling for different things, I possess GOD in as great tranquility as if I were upon my knees.’
As with Lawrence,
The sight of one barren tree can change a life.
He remembered the future. The tree returns to life with spring.
As for me,
A bush branch is pruned back but for a season.
I will remember the future. Returning at spring,
bushes are stronger, more beautiful and bountiful.
A single man’s observation of wintry tree and roots brought new life for himself, and a harvest of fruit.
That lowly French monk, Brother Lawrence,
practiced the presence of God each moment of each day,
doing menial tasks for Him.
Four centuries later, we and searching millions, have read with awe of his joyous life.
The need of trimming in life, as he was, now I.
I will remember the future! Stronger by thriving for Him.
Living my life, whether small or great, before Him night and day,
Enjoying or not the plans He’s laid, His fruit must grow, as my blossoms fade,
Take saw to prune then, Lord, if need be.
Whatever Your will, spare not Your hand from me.
In spirit’s wellness I would live,
And from such a harvest reach out to give.