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”
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.”
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.
“TheTradition” Jericho Brown. Excellent poetic viice.
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.
I had to read this a few times to grasp this concept. It is beautifully expressed. Thank you.