Friday, March 26, 2021
Katie Snipes Lancaster
Those who love their life lose it, and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. John 12:25
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
—Li-Young Lee, “From Blossoms”
God of the Garden,
God of this ever-blossoming life:
Let the life you give us bloom,
A life laden with love.
Into our hands,
Place the dust of our lives
And transform it into
Orchards of divine opening.