O God who forms life in hidden places, we praise you for the promise of spring bulbs, planted in the season when all things seem to be passing away.
These are the substance of things hoped for.
Here is another place where nothing seems to be happening, and yet everything is in preparation, everything is gathering energy, everything is growing roots in s…
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