Yesterday: I reached down to harvest some and I could see their glory.
Today: I realized that these small spring grass flowers that come forth are planted firmly in the ground yet are so fragile and short lived. They are here today and are gone by the morrow! Today I went back out again in the early part of the day looking for more of them, in the wilderness of the world lookin in all the same places where they had been the day before but there were no more to be found. But then in the last place I looked, just outside my door, close by in the place from where I started there were a few! All I had to do was take a look and bend down low. Some of them remind me of the barley harvest. The grass flower bud on the stem is as the ear of a corn on a stalk and a head of grain on a wheat. Grass in the field of the wilderness or grass cultivated in the garden; all have been and are brought forth by the creator as green herbs bearing seed, What is a barley grain or a corn or a wheat, but a green grass in the family of Yah’s creation? One is harvested in the beginning months of the yearly First Fruits Feast of Yah and 2 are harvested in the ending of the yearly harvests and Feasts at ingathering time. Grass flowers growing up in the field ready and waiting to be picked and harvested only when one waits and watches and reaches down to take a look and sees it there at harvest time. Interestingly when I went out later in the day I discovered a whole new crop had sprung forth just later in the same day and there were more than I could count for they were many.
I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass; And forgettest YHWH thy maker, that hath stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth; and hast feared continually every day because of the fury of the oppressor, as if he were ready to destroy? and where is the fury of the oppressor? The captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed, and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should fail. But I am YHWH thy El, that divided the sea, whose waves roared: YHWH of hosts is his name.




