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growing things

5 April 2011

warm, good ground for growing things,
rich and black and deep and old
the land remembers when memory forgets
and tie between man and his meals
begins in work, the toil of tilling
and the joy of filling
the farmland soil with the seeds of spring;
and the new-growth of green
in the fields and beds can be seen
where night-dark winter dominated all…
but even the curse of man is his blessing
to live by the sweat of his brow
and the labor of his hands
with wild-eyed wonder at growing things.

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  1. 5 April 2011 01:15

    This is great!

  2. 5 April 2011 02:44

    The wonder at growing things — a kind of redemption in the midst of the curse. Good poem, sir.

    • 5 April 2011 14:29

      It is, indeed. I think it’s an example of how good God is; even the “curse” placed on us turns out to be good for us, a blessing of a different sort. Any fool can see that when man lived the curse in a very direct, immediate way, his life was much more rich and fulfilling. The last few hundred years of living in a way that denies it has seen the increase of despair, depression, senseless violence, avarice…maybe God knew what was best for fallen man after all. Don Colacho would probably agree.

  3. arsenios permalink
    6 April 2011 22:33

    Another lovely, poem, and timely too. I am looking forward to working the soil at my wife’s grandmother’s farm this summer, taking off my shoes and feeling the warm soil around my bare feet. And the smell of it is “good.”

    The redemption theme struck me as well, and reminded me of these words by Father Maximos: “Even if the sorrows we experience are the result of our transgressions, God has the power to vaccinate, to transmute the evil we committed and turn it into good. Why, you may ask? Because it is not possible for the evilness of human beings to have victory over God’s infinite wisdom. Even the evil committed by the most terrible of murderers cannot possibly win over the love of God.”

    And that love comes through even in our toil over the soil, as you eloquently wrote.

  4. 16 July 2011 17:45

    Just checking in – to make sure all is well. I talk with Karen from time to time. Been praying for you.

  5. 11 November 2011 20:27

    Just checking in again. Hope all is well. Miss the poems.

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