Boot Planter

 

 

This is the reflection I wrote that gradually gave way to the poem "Boot Planter" in Fields of Grace.

 

 

"Just when I think this is the end of my usefulness there emerges another way.  When I can no longer move, my stillness presents another way to grow.

 

The earth that I once walked upon now fills me - there is no separation between me and life - I take it all in.  It would be tempting to say there is nothing else I can offer now, but I would be missing so much.

 

I wonder what else in my life I am discounting, what else I'm ready to discard that could lead to new insights and provide me with unlooked-for graces."

 

 

 

Boot Planter

 

 

 

 

                         Thick soles,

                    now abandoned,

                    surrender quietly

                    to journey's end.

 

                   Usefulness,

                    once measured in miles,

                    redefined;

                    the future

                    no longer certain.

 

                   Travel-weary stillness

                    brings new insight;

                    transformation

                    brings new life.