Today’s meditation makes another reference to poetry, sent by Brian Weller:
Black earth turned into
yellow crocus
in undiluted
hocus-pocus.
--Piet Hein
We don’t have a lot of crocus around here, but the magic is the same. Plants turn earth into flowers. This delicate blossom that Geoff Ivison sent was made out of sunshine, water, air, and a couple teaspoons of minerals from the dirt of his yard. I suppose if we stayed aware of how amazing that is, we would walk around goggle-eyed and pointing at everything like a lot of tourists just off the bus, calling out to each other: Hey, look at this flower! There was only earth and seeds in this planter a couple of months ago! Look at my arm! There was a cut here last week and now there’s a scar! Look at that toddler! Three years ago she didn’t even exist, and now there’s a whole human being running and babbling! Wow! Wow! Wow!
That doesn’t sound so bad, now that I think about it.
P.S. I think that after this, there is only one photo remaining (waves at Richard Heydt).
I don’t want to repeat my error of leaving out anyone’s flowers, so if you are pretty sure that I didn’t include yours either in Sunday’s service or one of these meditations, please let me know right away. (If you sent more than one, as many of you did, they might not all have been included.)
If you’re not sure, or if you just want to revisit Sunday’s Flower Communion, it begins at just about 29:00 in the video of the service.