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


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