Creation

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“Seed”

Matthew 17:20

i am a
     seed of faith.
i am small
    and get blown in the wind.
i am hard to pick up
     and easy to drop,
but i am here
     and i am strong.
i am not strong because
     i am big
but because in my core
    is a Spirit
who nurtures and grows
     and makes me more
          through its power.

i am a seed
     of faith
          and i have been planted.
through summer storms
     and winter cold
          i hold on.
i spread and i change,
     i break free
         of the surface
into the air.
     my roots, branches, leaves
reach
      out.

we were not meant
     to stay seeds forever.
the joy of a seed
     is that it grows.

 
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“The Poet”

She catches holy moments from the air
     as they blow by on the wind.
          Pen tip scratches fields of paper, planting captured seeds.
In a turn of a minute hand, the ink spreads into spring leaves
     every passerby can see.
Her flourishing wild garden of untamed transformations
       offers the common as a sanctuary to pause inside
       and consider.
She tells us that the trick is to dance
    with outstretched arms.
A brush with the truths spinning through the world
        loosens fountains of letters
    from her soul and she runs the fingers
of her mind through them to feel the Word that speaks
       of God’s ageless mysteries.

 
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“today i grow”

weeping my farewells
    I watch them cut her 
       branch by branch
down to her roots.
     I am not ready
          to see her shade stolen
          and her tangled arms
                  wave goodbye.

Yet, today I say farewell.

As she leaves, though, I must
       celebrate the new
    sapling 
            planted in her place.
in memory of her old limbs and
      knots and dappled days I
      know the skinny branches 
and fresh buds of
          twirling young flowers 
      are just
as precious as she.
 
     today I give welcome.

once upon a time
     eyes like mine must have watched 
her beginning:
     a seedling pale and green.
  A heart like mine
rejoiced at her growth and
    loved her in the early days
before she could shade others
   beneath years of slowly blooming wisdom.

In farewell, in welcome, in loving,
        today I grow.

 
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“Violinist”

For Julie

With what intensity, calm
sway, and sudden motion is
this blend of songful souls!
I remember the early strings you
ran over, young and bright, your excitement
a bursting fountain. Now here you sit with strong eyes
and practiced arms, part
of the motion of rhythm and note.
In all the gray days you have walked, still
your moment of music comes. You draw it out, playing
color into the rain. Yours is the melody that calls
to release and her cousin, peace.

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