Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Poem 001

Seedling

As the rain and the snow come…watering the earth and making it bud and flourish…
so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty.



Moonlight stitches patchwork
through the deer fence onto her
snow-blanket vegetable garden.

Rain is turning to snow;
heavy clouds promise a morning of
good snow-shoeing. Three snuggle

close as she reads of a long-ago family
surviving a cold winter in a sod hut.
They kneel and say prayers, thankful

for warm beds, kiss her good-night.
Two little feet patter down stairs
with one more message. Hugging

her neck he whispers, It’s like
there’s a big blizzard, we’re lost in it,
and then God finds us,

and brings us home.
The seed
catalogue slips to the floor.

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Nellie deVries of Grand Rapids, Michigan is one of the members of the Festival Circle where this blog was first introduced. She has authored three books for children that were published by Baker Book House. "Seedling" grew out of Isaiah 55:10 & 11.