Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

seeds and more

I keep thinking about seeds

I was cleaning out a church closet


And found a bag of seeds





I planted them anyway

In a piece of empty ground crying to be used



who buys a 2lb bag of clover?


Jesus talked a lot about seeds

and a lot about soil


we think most of the soil

in our murky earthy thinking, we believe

it is mostly about us

our receptiveness


and that matters

I live on glacial rubble

sand and gravel and rocks

lots of rocks

where things struggle to grow


but it is also about the seed

what grows is what is planted


good seeds, good fruit

bad seeds?


Sacred plants bear only good seeds

not seeds of hate, or fear

not seeds of judgment and retribution


but seeds of love

all the beautiful gifts of God

are subsets of the kingdom of love






sprout from the one kind of seed

God sows




the great sower sows only love


we too are sowers

we walk through this earth like

demented Johnny Appleseeds


leaving behind us a trail of seeds


what kind of seeds do we sow?


I shudder to think of what is sprouting behind me

I would like to think

I have scattered love and hope


but I suspect that is not always true



there are weeds among the flowers

thorny briars among the wheat         


it seems that those seeds I allow to take root in my soul

are the seeds I then scatter


this day

as I cross the fertile ground of life

may I scatter good seed


the same good seed that Sacred has scattered in my soul


knowing that good seed only blossoms

when rooted in the good soil of grace

and nurtured by the ever-flowing stream of Sacred presence


Only then am green and alive

and bear the fruit of love


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