Sunday, February 21, 2021

Katie Snipes Lancaster

Word:
Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Luke 6:37

Wisdom:
My country is this dirt
that gathers under my fingernails
when I am in the garden.
The quiet bacteria and fungi,
all the little insects and bugs
are my compatriots. They are
idealistic, always working together
for the common good.
I kneel on the earth
and pledge my allegiance
to all the dirt of the world,
to all of that soil which grows
flowers and food
for the just and unjust alike.
The soil does not care
what we think about or who we love.
It knows our true substance,
of what we are really made.
I stand my ground on this ground,
this ground which will
ultimately
recruit us all
to its side.
—Ellie Schoenfeld: “Patriotism”

Blessing:
O Ground of All Being
That in Which I am Rooted
The One who Plants (especially me beside still waters):
Garden us in your love.
Amen.