seems odd where seeds sprout
amidst broken bits of concrete
in the leaf litter of a rain gutter
on a craggy cliff far from the river
yet sprout they do
and grow and bloom
they live momentarily
yet delight eternally
I wonder how often
sprouted seeds go unnoticed
as I hurry about
here there and here again
inattentive and detached
I wonder too
if only I would slow down
look above and around
what I might observe and see
when I move attention off of me
surely I would see much more
than even seeds sprouted green
and golden blossoms of light
as my mind’s eye catches a glimpse
of the one behind it all
the one within it all
the one who in mystery and might
opens my eyes to new sight
Holy Encounter 