Bitter strings

I kept the spaghetti squash through the winter. Opened it tonight and found over half the seeds inside sprouted…..The sheer persistence of life
Leaves me in awe
As I scrape the hull
Bury the ambitious sprouts
In Spring soil
Rain starts to fall
Quiet drops
Of tender relevance

I smile at the hope
I sing inside
At the design

This is my God, not a building
Not people
Not fancy dress or
Perfection in health….

This is my Earth
A silly spaghetti squash
Sitting in the fruitbowl
Sprouting inside
A silent struggle for continuance

My spirit soars, for how can anything be lost?
Such a squash
Grown and then grown again

A strength for hope
A dream….
To become


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