In Yellow Summer

In Yellow Summer

Lilies reach skyward

Yellow cranes, learning to fly

Like growing children


In summer, they frolic and laugh under the trees. The sunny yellow lilies sway tall; young souls are like the lilies, blooming in early summer’s youth, gentle and fragile, full of hope. White daisies swing nearby, but the color vermillion is missing, and is waiting patiently on the sidelines for inclusion, along with orange marigolds. Green is the perfect backdrop for this backyard painting.

Words don’t need to be spoken in this place.

With physical eyes, I ask for vision to see something new, new colors, new sights, new truths… even thankfulness before I know the outcome, with eyes of faith.

I look for it where I expect to see it,

and where I don’t…

I look for it among  purple fuchsia already in bloom…

But all of these places are obvious. I ask now to see with fresh vision, to see what is unseen, with the eyesight I must have for eucharisteo living, finding grace in the everyday, especially under dirt, and the layers of dust of which I, we, are made.

I don’t know exactly what I may find, but the journey is like no other, venturing beyond the gate, to what is unseen… to this:

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

Hebrews 11:1

Will you, too, venture beyond the gate, beyond the dirt, dust, doubts, and discover treasures unexpected, beyond what is seen?


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6 thoughts on “In Yellow Summer

  1. I love that you have ventured beyond the gate, Anna. I’m coming with! Such a lovely prompting too. And you know what? I think your yellows might be nice for the photoplay prompt over at the High Calling. Just if you’d like. They are beautiful.

  2. You spoke so elegantly and shared such beauty. How could not one want to come with such a beautiful heart felt invitation. I know I sure want to venture beyond the gate.
    Thank you for stopping my.

  3. Oh, I too want to find the grace under the dirt. It’s there. Sometimes was just have to dig. And the flowers are a nice reminder that sometimes the beauty is right in front of us.

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