Showing posts with label thistle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thistle. Show all posts

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Thistle seed sock

There will always be a next thing.

An unidentified bird
Found the thistle seed sock
We hung
On the mountain ash.
One cat stares out
The front window.
The other sits on the placemats stacked
At the end of the dining table,
Keeps watch
On the backyard.
The unknown bird
On the thistle seed sock
Is part of the scene
Now.
Now
He is gone.
Now
She is gone.
Cats are good at waiting
For the next thing.
They always seem to know,
There will be
A next thing.

Monday, July 14, 2014

So much promise

I see bee balm next to thistles.  My backyard is not exactly orderly.  Neither, I think, is the Kingdom in which we live.  I am grateful to Robin Currie for her sermon yesterday on the Sower and the Seed.

Rain is promised
For this week
Yet sun still appears
In patches
For short moments
Then disappears
So the promise
May be fulfilled.
I understand
The corn grows higher
This year
In the fields
Of southern Illinois.
My backyard entertains
Bee balm
Next to thistles
So many seeds sown
So much growth
So much rain
So much sun
So much promise.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Thistle

Jesus taught in parables, seemingly simple stories, with odd juxtapositions of images:  a good Samaritan, a woman sweeping her house to find a lost coin and spending more than the coin*s worth on a party, a mustard seed growing into a tree which will provide space for all the birds of the air... a mustard bush big as a house...some bush!  Jesus says to his disciples:    Do you understand?  They answer Yes.   Really?  Really?  Do they really understand?

Last summer a thistle grew
Next to the rhubarb.
In the near-demolished box
Of the vegetable bed,
A thistle took root.
I watered it.
Pretty soon I wondered
How big it would grow.
I remembered eventually
It would have purple flowers,
Then thistle seed for goldfinches.
It crowned at six feet
The thorns
The flowers
The seeds.
The goldfinches came
As I watched,
Swooped delighted in and out.

This Sunday Jesus asks us to consider
The mustard seed
The eventual mustard bush,
The birds that may visit
Even nest there
If we water it.