When life ceases to be what it has always been, a change in direction is rarely easy.
Yet, the path brings hope after all the work if we’re willing.
We dig in as nature allows, planting goals
with the sun on our backs.
Agreeing to another’s map and wisdom
presents challenge, and a founding – isn’t this where trust begins?
One day barn owls will roost, keeping guard at the start of twilight.
A soft howl from an old friend at the tree line, or the bellow of cattle will reassure, so that we might tend the love growing around us.
Peace surrounding the verdant hues of God’s plan, and our ability to listen.