By Ken Woodley
“Jesus put before the crowds another parable: ‘The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in his field; it is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it has grown it is the greatest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches.’”
Neither of us saw it coming.
It just happened.
A heart-on collision.
There were so many broken pieces
that I couldn’t tell where mine ended
and yours began.
Your headlight was in my backseat.
My steering wheel spun on your left axle.
We put ourselves back together again the best we could
but I’m not sure we did it flawlessly
you said with my voice
as your heart beat inside me
that day in Galilee
by the sea,
or the foothills of Virginia,
and the word love so far beyond the tip
of our tongue
that it spoke in the air we breathed,
sending us out into the world together
to see what might happen next.