Drip, drip, drip...
"Then only, when man's inner world is one
With barren earth and branches bared to bone,
Then only can the heart begin to know
The seeds of hope asleep beneath the snow;
Then only can the chastened spirit tap
The hidden faith still pulsing in the sap.
Only with winter-patience can we bring
The deep-desired, long-awaited spring."
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
excerpt from "No Harvest Ripening"
And in this Lenten waiting, we plant seeds of hope
and a promise of the dead raised to life.