Make yourself small.
Make yourself as a seed, curled in the dark earth,
invisible but for the Father’s eye.
Make yourself sown, hurled by another’s hand and abandoned
to the death of this dry husk.
Make yourself soft, able to receive the water of your
germination.
When life looms
large, make yourself small.
From this hiddenness, something radicle emerges.
From this burial, life will swell and root, a life that
is stronger than the push of the world, as strong in this small place as any of
the forces of nature. Here is the secret of the kingdom of heaven, the mystery
of the cross, and the origin of being.
Do you feel it? Futility? Emptiness? The rattle of
lifeless limbs? Then lean in close, leave all this striving, place yourself
there between finger and thumb.
You whisper:
It is time to sow.
~lg
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