I came across this delicious word a few years ago, then tried for ages to find a poem/song I could fit it into. It is one of those words that is a pleasure to roll around the teeth.

It is also another microcosmic sermon…

fe·cun·di·ty (fi-kuhn-di-tee)
1. the quality of being fecund; capacity, esp. in female animals, of producing young in great numbers.
2. fruitfulness or fertility, as of the earth.
3. the capacity of abundant production: fecundity of imagination, ideas.

There have been times in my life when I have experienced what can only be described as the presence of God.

I can not easily describe, or explain these experiences. I only know that at the time, I never wanted to be anywhere else again. The air seemed to crackle with a kind of electricity, and everything, anything was possible.

One word which seems to capture something of this experience is- fecund…

As a response to one of these times, I wrote these words;

Listen to Him, you sons of Eden
As He opens the way for words to fall on you
Like the dew of the morning on the mountains
Gentle showers of rain upon the hillside.

I breathe in the air that smells of heaven
It’s verdant and green like the early springtime
In the leaves of the trees is the voice of Jesus
Pregnant with grace, and bringing new life

Wave after wave after wave after wave
Here is falling

My heart is bursting and
I’m falling down

On my knees,
On my knees.