Wise Poverty

Empty again in wise poverty.  Ripeness:  Sap ready to rise; on signal, buds alert to burst; to leaf

Eugene Peterson

Can you see the smallest of buds as it emerges from the dead of winter?  Strain your eyes to see; for it is in the straining that you will be given your eyesight back…sight to see the beauty which has been all around you, yet unseen, for you were too busy to take notice.

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