Fields of Grace - Pumpkin Hanging from Vine

In keeping with the season, here's a pumpkin poem with color photo from my book, Fields of Grace, Everyday Encounters with the Holy

Pumpkin Hanging from Vine

 

 

Grounded fruit

look on in wonder:

"Not for me,"

"Too risky,"

"Unnatural."

 

The vine listens

only to the sun's call;

reaching up,

delighting in

new horizons

above the tall grass.

 

Patience, trust and

perseverance

support the vine

in its quest;

its fruit held fast by

sturdy ropes of faith.

 

Seeds of impossibility

are planted every day;

some see only an

impossible tomorrow,

others see a possible

TODAY