15th Sunday in Ordinary Time
We are scattered, like the Tribes of Israel
Sown not in rejection but as word and work
Planted everywhere, and commanded to grow
In the rich earth of divine Creation
There is no veto in birds, rocks, or thorns
Let them instead serve in their own poor ways
As dutiful as humans, maybe more so
Unfallen either as seed or as beings
To tend and guard the ancient unities
That grow forever in Jerusalem
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
15th Sunday in Ordinary Time
We are scattered, like the Tribes of Israel
Sown not in rejection but as word and work
Planted everywhere, and commanded to grow
In the rich earth of divine Creation
There is no veto in birds, rocks, or thorns
Let them instead serve in their own poor ways
As dutiful as humans, maybe more so
Unfallen either as seed or as beings
To tend and guard the ancient unities
That grow forever in Jerusalem