Let It Be The gardener pondered: “A caterpillar has no thought to leap off some leaf. Yet when its Creator vivifies life's essence inside, It wanders off to a quiet place as if to say, "Let it be”: Yields breath, water, clay to be moulded, fashioned by the art of God. Its essence waits actively-passive inside a pupa gilded with gold, receives an imprint from Christ’s fingers - an unhoped for transformation.” Then as he pruned a wintering tree he prayed, “Let it be”.
© Craig A Roberts, 2023 Celtic Advent Photo: Adobestock