No, it is not yours to open buds into blossom.
Shake the bud, strike it,
it is beyond your power to make it blossom.
Your touch spoils it.
You tear its petals to pieces
and strew them in the dust,
But no colors appear and no perfume.
Oh, it is not for you to open the bud into blossom.
He who can open the bud does it so simply.
He gives it a glance and the life sap stirs through its veins.
At his breath the flower spreads its wings
and flutters in the wind.
Colors flash out like heart longing,
the perfume betrays a sweet secret.
He who can open the bud does it so simply.
--- The Indian poet Tagore, reprinted in The Ragamuffin Gospel
by Brennan Manning
An encouraging reminder... for this one who waits... desiring growth... tempted to tear...
Without Him... our best attempts at good... are atrocities...
All of us have become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags...
Isaiah 64:6
The poet's words... a beautiful picture... of His truth...
So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything,
but only God, who makes things grow.
1Corinthians 3:7
Father God... help me wait on You... to make things grow...
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