Lectio Divina: John 15:5

I am the vine; you are the branches

Looking Around, Believing    
by Gary Soto 

How strange that we can begin at any time.
With two feet we get down the street.
With a hand we undo the rose.
With an eye we lift up the peach tree
And hold it up to the wind —  white blossoms
At our feet. Like today. I started
In the yard with my daughter,
With my wife poking at a potted geranium,
And now I am walking down the street,
Amazed that the sun is only so high,
Just over the roof, and a child
Is singing through a rolled newspaper
And a terrier is leaping like a flea
And at the bakery I pass, a palm,
Like a suctioning starfish, is pressed
To the window. We’re keeping busy —
This way, that way, we’re making shadows
Where sunlight was, making words
Where there was only noise in the trees.

3 thoughts on “Lectio Divina: John 15:5

  1. Wings by Miroslav Holub

    We have
    a map of the universe
    for microbes,
    we have
    a map of a microbe
    for the universe.

    we have
    a Grand Master of chess
    made of electronic circuits.

    But above all
    we have
    the ability
    to sort peas,
    to cup water in our hands,
    to seek
    the right screw
    under the sofa
    for hours

    gives us

    • What an utterly perfect poetic response to the poem that I just published…perfect sentiment. I go in search of another…dueling poetry…a noble way to spend the time, me thinks! Sending you painting-creative energy.

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