Picking Blackberries
We are few
mother, father and child
with splotches of purple on our hands
working to pick out what is ripe
from a harvest stinging with the sun
Waves of heat
not from movement but stillness
follow the sweat
our heads send our toes
The finding of precious jewels
amidst the beaten earth
brings our bodies alive
and whispers in a wave
with cooling breath
"You are searchers.
Find me what is sweetest."
As our trail of tastes pushes us into
the mysteries of the blackberry patch.
We are few
mother, father and child
with splotches of purple on our hands
working to pick out what is ripe
from a harvest stinging with the sun
Waves of heat
not from movement but stillness
follow the sweat
our heads send our toes
The finding of precious jewels
amidst the beaten earth
brings our bodies alive
and whispers in a wave
with cooling breath
"You are searchers.
Find me what is sweetest."
As our trail of tastes pushes us into
the mysteries of the blackberry patch.
"So let's not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don't give up."
Galatians 6:9
Galatians 6:9
hey grace! nice poem. a very whimsical way of encouraging the sowing of gospel seed.
ReplyDeleteon another note: your 'about me' says you are currently looking for a job. you might check out world magazine. i'm interning right now. and i believe my boss is looking for (or will be soon) new, fresh faced (as in young, hip and cool like yourself) employees. so, yea, i'd love for you to meet me in st. louis. ;)
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