Thursday, October 15th, 2009...7:07 pm

Slow to See the Spinning

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seeds in hands

seeds on table

The child walking too far behind me
wanted to tell me something,
and I almost did not hear my own
heart beginning to grumble:
We don’t have time. Can’t he go
faster?

But the Spirit gave me pause,
and I turned to see
the child stooping to scoop
something from the ground.
He told me they were sycamore seeds.
He saw beyond
the fallen autumn-brown;
he saw in the seed
FLIGHT.
Upturned face, smiling
anticipation, he threw the seed high.
It fell fast, but early in the fall
the seed became a helicopter blade
transforming a fast downward plunge
into a spinning dance, graceful
as it floated down,
slow.

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(A High Calling Blogs Random Act of Poetry, a poem for the slowing prompt from L.L. Barkat)

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  •   L.L. Barkat
    October 15th, 2009 at 7:27 pm

    I liked…

    “He told me they were sycamore seeds.”

    Why of course, wouldn’t he? And if you were listening you would hear… and you did. And isn’t that grand.

    I too met the day differently because of this community and how we are walking this slower journey together.

  •   sojourner
    October 16th, 2009 at 3:57 pm

    i can see these words in my mind as they are read! sometimes when i slow down too much i fall asleep – can’t help myself! are you and Charles still teaching Acts? the last month or so has been the season for digging into that book. Hmmmm.

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