Sweet garden, sweet tangle of herbssweet April without rains, then comingsweet basil, sweet scented fingertipssweet unfolded afternoonI would love to be sweetJesus who withers a treeforsythia, lilac, mock orange, red twig,ceanothus in the wrong regionopened fists of floweringopened eye of unnamingsweet taste of the compostin the stems of violets, in chivesinside my mouth a bittering and dearthsuckled need for my lossessweet muddled creed of the bloodrootsweet delicate tongue, licking my fingers clean
Barbara Brown Taylor on light without sight, Lee Hull Moses on ministry with children of all abilities, Debbie Blue on Lent in Minnesota.
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