Well, it’s been quite a summer. New arrivals on the farm (cows) and new ways of working (farm hands!) and new projects generally in all directions. Of all the things I have written and not yet found time to post, I thought I’d start with this one, inspired by the man of many talents whose expertise creates the infrastructure we need here on the land. To my contractor par excellence, Kenny H., with deep gratitude and obvious appreciation.
I have always wondered
How god made the world in seven days,
Six, really, if you want to be precise,
And god must have been precise,
Pulling peoples and earths and purposes
Out of his own one head,
Seeing the plan,
Shaping the great shapes
Of earth as we know it.
God, maybe, whistled at his work,
Or held great conversations with the myriad teemers.
Kenny his son (as we all are)
Comes out each day like sunshine,
Walks out onto the land
Full of his own deep wisdom
Carrying blueprints of beauty,
Creating effortless structure out of his own bright heart
And open hands.
And I know this,
Beyond a shadow of a reckoning:
Creation is a gift, and those who hold it
Are blessed and blessing both,
And leave god’s earth
That much more sacred than it was
Just this very morning.