Not cute and familiar praise
of tiny things,
generic acorn wisdom.
There are so many tiny things
we do not want to grow –
a cancer cell, a child shamed,
an angry word, a lonely day,
“one more little drink for the road,”
one extra minute for an old person
sitting in a soiled Depend,
one razor cut on a wrist,
one bet, a small skid on icy highway,
gluten where there should be none,
a text or email written in haste,
a schoolyard bully’s gesture.
Jesus compares faith to this tiny thing
which grows into a place
where birds can nest.
That’s the community, the kindom –
a place that welcomes people,
(and then gives them at yeast
a loaf of bread).
Later Jesus says of this faith –
welcoming branches on a shrub —
that it moves mountains.