compost

Out the back door,

 down the steps, through the hedge, 

behind the shed

Is a pile.

A mucky messy pile.

The scraps of life.

Fragile, broken eggshells, 

squished up, used up peels and pips and dregs. 

Refuse tossed from the kitchen.

Compost

.

All simmering and shrinking imperceptibly into a small pile of delectable new soil.

The hidden ingredient is time.

God’s work takes time too.

He takes the mucky mess, the fragile, broken pieces and uses it all to work things out for good.

God makes all things new in His time