Saturday, April 4, 2015

A Poem for Faith (Just in Time for Easter)

The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed planted in a field."
 --Matthew 13:31 (The Book)

That little mustard seed cries out.
Curled up into a ball, it pines,
Wearing its pain like a crown of nails:
Harsh words, fragments--
        "something must be done!"
Nothing could be done, then.
And now? It lingers and plans,
That mustard seed,
Buried among the ruins, that sacred castle
       --waiting for the light.

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