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.


JofIndia said...

Exquisite, Glynn, just exquisite..

ayala said...

Beautiful , Glynn.

Jerry said...

Beautiful simplicity.

Anonymous said...

this is simple perfection.

Maureen said...

The third stanza of this lovely quartet is my favorite.

Anonymous said...

yes...i love this.

Jeanne Damoff said...

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

Thank you, Glynn. Lovely.

Patricia said...

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