Two seemingly conscious people
set their eyes upon the thistle.
One sees the weed. One sees the universe.
Therein lies the great divide.
Someone must speak for the
banished and the shunned, the
wounded and the way. Someone
must pray the wolves across the
ice bridge to Minong. Someone
must kneel alongside the part
of creation left dying on the side
of the road. Up over the ridge lives a
man who keeps bees. He sells his
honey or gives away to friends when
there's plenty. He goes to
church where he is told of his
condition. The preacher sees a
poor lost sinner. God sees the Christ.
(c) James Scott Smith
From Water, Rocks and Trees
Do you see the weed or the universe? How does that perspective shape the way you live your life?
What do you pray for? The wolves? The dying left at the side of the road?
Begin a poem with the words, "I see the...." allow your love of nature to lead the way.