If you were speaking in parables
    this afternoon, would you still talk
    about seeds and birds and trees?

    You see, what we know of farming
    are supermarket shelves of Costa Rican
    bananas and Peruvian asparagus;

    a flower box of basil in the yard,
    summer trips to the farmer’s market.
    (Why is it so expensive?)

    In our world of uniform tomatoes,
    our apples sit, shiny and stacked in rows,
    our Blackberries know nothing of time.

    We fly so fast down the highway
    we fail to see the clusters of muscadine
    on the fence line, wild onions in the ditch.

    I’m answering my own question. True
    theology isn’t thirsting for a technological
    upgrade: it’s still God 1.0: Christological kudzu.

    Tell me the story again, in this summer
    of kale and catastrophe, greens and grace;
    and I will do my best to see and hear.



    1. Kudzu cultivation: drop seeds; run for your life!

      I want to write something after being immersed in the Master Gardener book, about good neighbors and harmony and so on. Thanks for the inspiration.

    2. are you familiar with ‘guerillas of grace’ by ted loder? this is like wendell berry and ted loder – and even better.

      “of kale and catastrophe, greens and grace” that line makes me inhale deeply milton – so incredibly beautiful.

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