We walk the field
forever turning back

to pick up all the broken
bits and pieces

from this
the only ground we’ve ever known.

Fragments poking out
through churned-up clay

will fade away.

Knowing this I hear
the birds sing truly

in one great voice
they lift their throats and sing.

Leave your nets
your boats upon the shoreline

leave everything behind you

follow him.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s