Tuesday, June 7, 2011


The earth is thirsty Lord
crying out for rain.

The oaks are thriving Lord
roots plunged down deep
finding life-giving water.

I am thirsty Lord
longing for Your touch.

Cultivate my heart Lord
that I might put down roots
and find living water.

"And the Lord will continually guide you, and satisfy your desire in scorched places, and give strength to your bones; And you will be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water whose waters do not fail."
Isaiah 58:11

sharing with One Stop



Brian Miller said...

may the rains find & feed you and the sun wrap you in warm arms...dig deep....i like

Maxine said...

Did you write this, Linda? Wow. This is wonderful! And so true, or at least it should be.

grammy said...

Very beautiful (o:
I love that verse too.

S. Etole said...

this is beautiful, Linda ... as is the cozy corner in your new header

Christie said...

Love your poem. It is so expressive. I also love the way you add your photographs to enhance your writing. Could you teach me how to upload photos into my blog? Hugs! Our prayers are with you two.

Anonymous said...

Wow...wonderfully said!

Anonymous said...

the wild oregon blackberry also puts down deep roots...i know because i have been trying to dig one
out of the place i am clearing for my flower seeds.

it has reached it's roots down into the clay.
i think i will go back out and have at it a little more.

or go for a walk....hummmm.

then again, i might need a walk.

i love your poem.

lil red hen said...

Linda, the poem is beautiful. We get all concerned about the dry weather and forget about how much we need the life-giving water from Christ.

Andy said...

You penned this beautifully.

I too like the brightness of your little area in the photo.

Dawn said...

I love the quilt in your header - is it wedding ring pattern?

Love love the poem - so poignant and beautiful. And so true.

B. Meandering said...

Such a deep from the soul beautiful poem, Linda. I have felt this lately. But unlike other times in my life, I know to follow my 'roots' and drink of that everlasting water. (Your hymn posts make sure I reach to my roots every week.):)

When I read this yesterday, it was raining incredibly hard. I thought of the irony: I'm reading a poem about thirsting for water and I can't see my garage because of the heavy sheets of rain (and beieve me, my garage is VERY close to the house). I started to respond but then lightening entered the fray and I decided to shut down my computer session instead.
I pray your area of the states gets a share of our rain. The lake and rivers around here are finally down from flood level and we'd like to keep them that way.

Pat Hatt said...

Truth in each word you write
Setting forth the right
The pic is great too
Really like the wide open view