a shortage of mustard seeds

 a shortage of mustard seeds

"humility is everything"--ts eliot

why would i want to move a mountain?

anchored perfectly for centuries

no, to this i do not presume

but feeding someone, sparking hope

bringing back the dead for just one more conversation

is tempting

oh me of little faith

which is something

because it's not nothing

there's a shortage of mustard seeds

they say

take this speck in the palm, catch

in the heart--like a warm gesture or

softeness in a stranger's eyes--that falls, unmoored,

upon receptive soil

now one plus one equals a hundred

second chances to become the largest

tree

ten thousand seeds dropped by birds

in the beak of plenty where winds of 

questioning are certitude and doubt, the

knowing

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