Poem based on 2nd Sunday in Pentecost Luke 7:1-17

The small child places the feather in the stream

watching it float down the rough seas

and the log jams of leaves

imagining the perils at each turn

and the maneuvering of the crew

as they bring the ship around

with each new dip and swirl

in the foot wide seas

and she knows

she knows what can and can’t be done

what is and what is not real

but does not limiter herself to these

she knows instead the power of believing

beyond the realms of the reality

of this world

into a world ruled by love

the love of God, which says

be healed

be whole