For All The Saints

On this All Saints Day, I am reminded of so many saints in my own life, both living and gone before. Such blessings, grace and gratitude for their existence and our connections rest and rejoice in my heart today!

Perhaps, and hopefully, you are remembering your own saints.

The words to Natalie Sleeth’s wonderful Hymn of Promise come to mind.

Written in memory of Chris Ashmos,

Melody

Hymn Of Promise Hymn

In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.