Wallflower
I went out for an early-morning walk today on the monastery grounds, and on the spur of the moment (can we say "Holy Spirit"?) decided to cut through the little play yard from the days when we had a pre-school. Straight ahead of me was what you see in the picture. That wall stands against a sort of hill and was built in 1968. This brave, still-blooming plant found its way through the opening left by a missing brick and even in these days of autumn-looking-to-winter, it's there, sending a message. In this difficult and challenging year of 2020, as we face unknowns in the world, in our nation, in our own personal lives, can we take a deep breath, look at the implications of this picture, and re-ignite our hope? God is never, ever, far off.