Philippians 1:9-11
I fancy God a farmer
who lost herself loving
within her satchel of seeds
in the womb-dark felt
the scratch of sackcloth
birth pangs and tumbled
out like eager rain
to the deep ground
To sow is to sow oneself
sew Earth and Heaven up
To fall is to flow oneself
proclaim the river
mouth from the new
seam in the old veil
As with water from a pail
God floods ground with love
and it overflows up
as bright stems from
the scattered seeds
Return is only ever the longing
garden as winter breaks
(the word bursts
forth after falling
with joy to blessed
everything)
On the last morning
Christ says
I am here!
and Christ responds
righteous in the soil
How I have waited
and in the waiting
birthed myself within
seeds who Spirit roots
in the well of love!
As she harvests herself
I realize that all my life
is merely the arrival of Spring
and every bloom of beauty is
God growing God in me.
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Aidan Stoddart’21 is a Comparative Study of Religion Concentrator in Eliot.