Spring has sprung. The grass has riz. I wonder where the birdies is.

Grass – 30″ x 27″ Original batik, quilted $250

I like the idea that God is a power and goodness within each of us. However, I have struggled with the suggestion that the power of God is in me.  The image of grass as a metaphor for God has helped me understand this perspective.

Each blade of grass seems so small, so fragile, and by itself, seemingly powerless.  But upon further inspection, we see that a single blade or small clump of grass frequently finds a way to push through cement sidewalks or cling to rocky cliffs.  And in large numbers, those fragile blades of grass keep hillsides from eroding into the sea and provide areas for children to play.  Grass has enormous resilience; surviving being repeatedly trampled and chopped.  It continues to grow, because underneath, it is connected to a host of other tiny blades through a maze of intertwining roots. 

Perhaps the human soul has this same fragile, yet resilient nature.  Perhaps our connections with others, like roots, give us the strength to do great things; and maybe that is God.

Joy