Grace and Peace to you.
The Empire of God
is as if someone would scatter seed on the ground,
and would sleep and rise night and day,
and the seed would sprout and grow,
the sower does not know how.
The earth produces of itself,
first the stalk, then the head, then the full grain in the head.
But when the grain gives it up,
at once the sower disciplines the sickle,
because the harvest has come.
It is like a mustard seed…
—Mark 4.26-29, 31
God scatters her grace, her beauty her presence in you.
You scatter your tiny life in the world.
In light and darkness, clear times and obscured,
You go on. You die and rise, die and rise.
Divine love in you grows—pure mystery!—
unseen, beyond our mastery, pure gift.
It comes slowly. You see slowly. Small signs.
You wait. You watch. You keep watching.
In time there is fullness.
It is not accomplished. It is given.
You are sent, a disciple,
a sickle of death, a surrender.
What is most precious of you
you cut off and give away. Dying and rising.
In your offering others find shade,
find safety, find nourishment.
You yourself are God’s harvest.
You are an acorn of God.
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