I glimpse the blades of God’s green earth.
Broken pottery lay at my feet;
vases from our wedding day, once stood
stoic in the front of the church.
Now stained by dirt with cracks at the base,
sitting empty but their beauty remains.
They wait to be filled with hope again.
The beautiful fragrance of flowers in spring.
Though winter came and left no blanket
of white to cover last year’s wounds.
Now the breeze blows softly,
the streets are quiet.
The dusk comes on while we wait in
the stillness for night
to leave us peacefully.
And pray we awake to another day,
when life will bloom
under the gentle rays
of the sun.
- C. Carter April 7, 2020
About the Author
Christine Carter is a working mom of a 12-year-old active son Marquis and has been married to her best friend Brent Carter for almost 15 years.
She attends Bethel: the Church at Philadelphia Mills, where she has been attending for almost 12 years.
She is currently a Quality Assurance Specialist at Gate 1 Travel in Fort Washington, PA. She resides in Levittown, PA, where she has lived for most of her life.
She is currently attending John Brown University’s online program where she is working on finishing a Psychology Degree which she began at JBU in NW Arkansas in the 1990s. She expects to graduate in May 2021.
She has always enjoyed writing, and poetry has been her method of choice. She believes that if you have a talent or a gift from God, or a desire to be used for His kingdom, He will make a way. You simply need to be willing.
You can read Christine’s Diary of a Prodigal Daughter column on the 3rd Friday each month here at Mustard Seed Sentinel.