How I wish our resident poet, Carol, had been here for this one. My words will not come close to conveying this message. Perhaps she will listen and respond later?
Three given
Varying amounts
To manage for the master.
Committed,
Two risked full treasure
Holding back nothing.
The joy approval and pleasure
Of the master,
Motivation for action.
Preserving his nest egg
Fear digging the hide-out,
The third's tentative, indecisive
Exertion fueled by anxiety.
Well done, not "productive" or "successful,"
But faithful servant,
Risking all.
Enter joy with me.
No justification enough
To hinder hesitation's reward
Discipline for fear of failure
Be gone from me.
Trust His goodness
Silence faint-heartedness.
Commit your treasure.
Be willing, faithful.
Think.
Let it sink
in.
Ears.
Let them hear
clear.
It's like this...
or
like this...
Words to widen
the window
on the world.
Why these words?
"mustard seeds"
"birds in trees"?
Kingdoms
as giant topiary,
roots splayed,
inhabited by flocks,
familiar iconography
to listening ears.
Side-by-side,
the minuscule seed
and the monstrous tree
seem absurd
yet
growth happens.
Yeast engenders growth,
transforming lifeless globs
into inflated puffs
ready for baking.
Hiding in the open,
the yeast of Christ
has grown
and changed
the world
in ways often
imperceptible
unless you listen
and hear,
look
and see:
"life matters"
"the world is discover-able"
"people have value
and rights"
Growth amazes.
Seeds or yeast
encased in darkness,
begin to stir,
transform,
mutate,
enlarge...
a verdant aviary;
bread for nations;
new and
abundant life.
