I took this picture in the hills above our home this week. The landscape comes alive this time of year, with grasses, balsam root flowers, and earth coming-alive smells.
Boundaries
Spring is not the same this year. And yet it is. Even as we have become vigilant against unseen threats, there is a new noticing and awareness of gifts and mercies and the faithful miracle of spring, of hope.
This picture inspired this simple poem:
We build walls
fences
barriers
that define our landscape.
Viruses don’t respect walls
or borders.
They don’t discriminate
or choose sides.
I build walls around my heart
with fear
But love knows no barriers
and prayer has no boundaries
And hope grows on both
sides of the fence.
❤️ Grace Wulff 2020
