When I Fell In Love With God

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.

5 thoughts on “When I Fell In Love With God

  1. As always your inspiring words and brining back memories of dropped seeds and when your really old, almost 100, you at last see the results – “Praise God,
    from who all blessings come.”


  2. Your meditation today — parabolic — so many facets. Romance —

    When did you first realize you fell in love with God? That God so loves the world really does mean you?

    Ken, has yours been a process — as mine has been — of moving through “not enough” to discovering in the words I was given by parents, church, Sunday School teachers, seminary professors — some of the wreckage from my images of God I had to release – so the God I hoped was there, could finally find me here.

    Your words are inspiring and invite me inside where the seed continues to grow. Not sure if it’s large enough yet to attract any birds.

    Hope you are well. Talking with an old friend in the northern part of Virginia who said the storm happily breezed by with no major after affects. We got over 4 inches of rain — no loss of power — and we missed the high winds east of I-95. Surprised to awaken yesterday morning with electricity — and the sun beginning to peek out.

    Blessings, Steve



  3. Your writing as this poem demonstrates yet again is redolent with truth combined with humanity delivered in a Divine package of love and assurance. Certainly you are blessed; a blessing you share with your readers. Thank you.


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