Today the prophet Micah
Spoke to me
Asking me to consider deeply
What it means to love kindness
And all I could think about was
Holding the world
Holding God’s people
Holding you
What does it mean to hold someone
Or everyone
Is it a form of mercy
Or compassion
Or tenderness
If I am holding you am I protecting you
From evil
From injustice
From pain
Am I honoring your hopes
Your dreams
Your frailties
Days and days
This pandemic summer
I have watched my locust tree
Its branches old and worn
Holding a tiny bird
With protection
With tenderness
With compassion
With love
As if that tiny bird
Is the most important
Of God’s Creation
At that moment or maybe
For all time
More important even
Than the tree itself
If I could see
The face of the tree
I am certain
I would see
A smile spreading…
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