Our Faith Formation class on the Parables of Jesus engendered a lot of conversation, interpretations, and epiphanies. Thank you to everyone who participated, and to those who brought food to share. Diane Morninglight, who was part of the class, took on the challenge of meditating on and sharing the parable of the mustard seed. She wrote the following poem and has given us permission to share it.
I, Terrarium
Small glass world
fragile, boundaried
waiting, waiting
for unknown destiny.
Earth readied
fertile ground prepared
waiting, waiting
for something not yet there.
One seed planted
Just one tiny seed.
Quietly, quietly
The seed began to grow.
Empty space
I treasured, understood
began to fill.
Vibrant life verdant
pushed against
confining walls of glass,
penetrating
space, creating peace.
Enough I cried!
I want this little part
to stay the same.
Gracefully the plant
reshaped itself,
carved a little cradle
for my fear,
for ego, separated
from the Truth.Grace
fully surrounded
I surrendered,
burst through boundaries.
The plant in me
now shelters little creatures,
abundantly,
and I no longer wait.