Psonnets of Worship
A Mustard Seed

What do I have? a grain of mustard seed
so I might say unto this sycomore,
"You shall not stand in this place anymore,
but be plucked up and planted in the sea."
Then in this place shall stand another tree,
one greater than all herbs which grew before,
a tree which shall shoot out great branches for
the turtledoves and sparrows and their need.
And if a mountain by my garden's wall
is coldly capped with treasures of the snow;
whose shadow in the spring casts winter's pall
across the face of my beloved's brow,
then let the Sower, Seed, and Songbird call
and cast that mountain to the sea below.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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