Long has it been since I have written here. But maybe so such is the way of the bramble of the Lord, blooming only at appointed times and during appointed seasons. Nevertheless, it is time to write again, to explore the depths of what it means to be a bramble in the garden of the Lord.
Seasons come and seasons go, time moves ever forward and so life in the garden moves on. For the bramble life is slow, creeping ever closer to the light and climbing ever higher in the shadow of the tree.
There, shaded by the mercy of so good a God, the bramble blossoms, pleasing only the tree in the garden and brightening, but for a moment, the shade beneath its branches.
Life for the bramble has been busy, dark and new. Amidst the flowers in the garden has grown a new relationship, a new friendship seemingly impossible. Within the shadows of the bramble has grown a beautiful rose. Wrapped in the thorns of the bramble it has blossomed. A beautiful rose, single and solitary, its home now in the heart of the bramble. Together they will grow, pleasing the Lord at their appointed times, ravishing the garden with their beauty in due season.
This new companionship between the bramble and the rose is fitting. Both are brambles in the garden of the Lord, but each is different, she is beautiful and ravishing, splendid in her beauty and her bloom is fragrant and pleasing to the eye. She brings color to this old, withered bramble, delighting him with her pleasant scent and joyful beauty. She indeed is a presence to behold.
And yet the Bramble of the Lord remains a still and ever present thornbush. Beautiful in his own right, but different. His branches reach far and wide, he delights to see the whole of the garden from the base of so great a tree.
How lovely is this garden of the Lord, how sweet is its air in spring.
Until we meet again,
The Bramble of the Lord
The Bramble of the Lord 