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15 Mar

Memorizing Mark. Savoring parables. And the savoring keeps issuing in what some might call poetry…

The Teacher sits in the boat
the tide gently laps
the crowd waits
for a word.

Then the smile almost
teasing.

“What is the kingdom of Godmustard seed
like?
what word picture
parable
could possibly capture
something of its
wonder?”

Our imagination would revisit Babel’s
towering tower
majestic
unmistakeable
massive
masculine
religious
ego
impressing all complete
with exclusive
posh and plush
penthouse
perches.

Or perhaps Thor’s hammer
pounding earth
felling trees
bending knees
bowing souls.

But the Master turns and holds out the
invisible:
the smallest of
seeds basking in unprepossessing
frame.

But when planted
it grows.

No puny shrub this
but also no towering redwood or oak.
A large bush with branches extending
outward
grasping at sky,
swaying
breezy
of no use
whatsoever
to human handmustard_seed
no wood for fire
no fodder for
construction
or craft
but birds
hunted by many
nuisance to most
of divers wing,
shape,
and call
in its shade

find home.

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