Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Keys in The Darkness

After a cruelly wet spring, nature has surpassed itself with a harvest early, 
 and abundant.

Among the leaves of this dark leafed tree, (is it a maple?)
 the seeds, known as "keys", hang in heavy bunches.

Glory, glory, glory.
Hidden in the darkness the seeds of new life.
Promise that an empty darkness is not,
 cannot, be the end.

                                                                                                                          Photo:- Hazel Price

Who could conceive a key,
an unlocking,
 would lie in penetrating the very heart of agony,
picking the lock,
breaking the bar,
to open into vast and healing light.
Resurrection light, born of bitter seed borne up,
on wings of the Spirit's breath
 beyond that piercing,
sorrowful, place
into freedom's eternity.

Hope's harvest soaring wide, 
and wild,
, and full of  glory.


"Surely our griefs He himself bore, and our sorrows he carried."

To read the whole of Isiah 53, from which these words are taken 


  1. Hazel, this speaks very deeply to my heart as I would never have conceived that my life would be so full today after experiencing the pain of loss twelve years ago. God gives life and I am so grateful. Thank you for this post.

  2. Lynda, I am sure that your experience bears much fruit as you comfort others with the comfort with which you, yourself, have been comforted. (2 Cor.!:4)
    Blessings x