Oh, Youth

I sent my daughter the link to this message hoping she will listen to it and take it to heart...

Oh, you of fledgling armament

How easily you dare

To don that naive confidence

That only youth can wear

Oh, you of callow plans and schemes

How fearlessly you leap

Upon a frigate made of dreams

While practiced dreamers sleep

Oh, you of eyes all eager-lit

And boast of words untried

Delighting in your new-born wit

And virgin sense of pride

Oh, you of mountain-moving faith

Of hope boundless and brave

You do not even recognize

This lovely Thing you have

Janet Martin

I told Emily tonight that I spent the day in the garden thinking and praying, just like last fall on the Monday after her wedding.  It's such a nice peaceful, pleasant place to be and so much fruit is ready to be picked!

…now suddenly I think I understand why my mom spent/spends so much time in her garden

Plucking, pulling, picking, pruning…and praying.