Each
I will pick the pears, for you’re too small too reach.And you shall test the pears. Just take a bite of each.
Inert
The weeds grew while we were gone.They knew it was their chance.And apples started dropping–those got eaten at by ants.But the work that we were doingwith the rocks mixed in the dirt,was still sitting there, very still,being stubborn and inert.
By Your Toil
Beans in the fields,weeds in the beans.God said, “by your toil”and we feel what it means.That nothing is perfect.There’s no magic fairy dustor magic fairy sprayand so toil we must.Some toil on foot,pulling weeds with their hands.Some toil their mindsto … Continued
How do You Imagine Heaven?
How do you imagine heaven?A desert nomad imagines greenand water flowing all around.A relocated businessman imaginesa family reunion in a small town.And I imagine something likethe big kitchen in the hostel in Lisboa,where we’re all laughing and talking and cooking … Continued
Make Amends
A storm can break a tree,a chipper can tear it apart,leaving you with plenty of roomto make amends. Ask and you shall receive,pressed down and running over,and you’ll be forced (forced!)to share it with friends.