A few of us gathered in my living room, amidst tea, strawberries, chocolate, a baby's gurgling and betty megge's licking to bring a dream to fruition. This dream is to create a community garden in my backyard... A garden that will bring together people from all walks of life to tend to this land that we have been given, to harvest a crop- together- in the midst of what the city's inhabitants consider an eye-sore. We, the people of this area, would like to inspire our community by creating beauty and nourishing our souls and bodies through our tilling, planting,watering and gleaning. We will eat together back here , in just a few short months- under the gleam of the sun...and it will be good. Now, this is truly the church.
And I am in awe...
So- I have been gazing out my window thinking...
I must write.
And i write often.
It is time for me to share the trappings of my soul with you, so that we may grow together and be connected.... That's why I want to do this...Because I need you, and so- I must believe that you need me too..
So- in this- are bits of me...
And all of this... is worship.
Planting the pieces of me
The sun is starting to shine
As I pull open the blinds
Of my own unhappiness
Wind chills me
And I remember
Shivering
When I was young
The windows open
Sweet smell of moisture
Droplets falling
Plop.
My tongue- the catcher of these dreams.
That were
That are
Amidst all of this
To say thank you
Is to pray.
Is to breathe…
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