© April
Bulmer
We
are like mustard seeds, which, when sown upon the ground, are the
smallest of all the seeds on earth; yet when they are sown they
grow up and become the greatest of all the shrubs, and put forth
large branches, so that the birds of the air can make nests in their
shade.
Women's
Auxiliary, St. Bride's, Sheffield
She
My
hand trembles when I fill my cup. But the sweetness of my voice
when I raise it up. The taste of lemon tea. But death stutters its
syllables. And my heart trips its last step. I sing the songs of
clumsy blood and family.
Flo
It
is morning and you cradle me like a rose. I open to dew and light.
My green heart roots and grows in you, love, and in the Lord of
Life.
from
"Mustard Seeds
