Sunday, November 6, 2011

I am the blade of grass


I am
the blade of grass
that withers in the heat

I am
the flower in the field
that fades at the end of the day

I am
the sparrow in the air
that flies blind into the sunset

I am
the child, loved.

Photograph: Tall Grass by David Wagner via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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8 comments:

  1. JofIndiaNovember 6, 2011 at 5:11 AM

    Exquisite, Glynn, just exquisite..

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  2. ayalaNovember 6, 2011 at 6:10 AM

    Beautiful , Glynn.

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  3. JerryNovember 6, 2011 at 6:41 AM

    Beautiful simplicity.

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  4. AnonymousNovember 6, 2011 at 7:44 AM

    this is simple perfection.

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  5. MaureenNovember 6, 2011 at 10:38 AM

    The third stanza of this lovely quartet is my favorite.

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  6. AnonymousNovember 6, 2011 at 1:11 PM

    yes...i love this.

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  7. Jeanne DamoffNovember 6, 2011 at 2:41 PM

    Amen. I am all these things, and they are all the same. What mystery. What grace.

    Thank you, Glynn. Lovely.

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  8. PatriciaNovember 7, 2011 at 6:40 PM

    a beautiful worship poem..
    seeing more of who we are, so that we can embrace more of who he is.

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