Friday, July 28, 2017

It Is Not Quite Describable

It's the most insignificant seed that grows,
To become a place where birds can perch.

It is a microbe,
That grows,
That spreads,
That makes bread,
That makes wine.

It is a boy who finds pirate booty,
And sells all of his toys to claim it.

It is a pearl merchant who sold his whole inventory,
To buy a magically glorious black pearl.

It is the net of an ocean-going trawler,
That catches both good fish and bad -
But only the good are put in the hold,
The rest all go to the trailing sharks.
So it will be in the end of days,
When the angels sort us all out,
And some will be thrown away.

Do you understand?

It is a great writer who creates visions,
Of treasures both old and brand new.

Matthew 13:31-33 and 44-52.

(photography by tiwago)


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