[Oe List ...] Spring is always new

[Wilson Priscilla]

A poem that Donna Ziegenhorn sent me this morning...written by a  
friend of hers.

IT’S IN THE AIR

When I was a child,
   my mother pinned one leaf
   of an air plant to the gauzy curtain
   in the sunshine at the window, and there
   it hung for days hungering only for air
   and light even with a pin piercing its heart.
Having helped her start her garden
   with my small pail and spade as she set
   the plants that promised blossoms even
   in the shade, and stretched string tight
   for the morning glory that looked nothing
   like a climber in its bed,
   I watched amazed when she fixed the fragile
   leaf in thin air high above my head.
And when I asked about its watering,
   she said, It’s in the air—all it needs
   to live and grow is in the air.
As the tendrils began to show, I had my first
   theological thought at five, deciding then
   I knew the most I would ever need to know
   about the one they called the Holy Spirit.
And when I asked about the likeness, my mother,
   who loved to sing,  laughed like music…
   and it was spring.

Warren L. Molton  3.3.07

Priscilla Wilson
TeamTech Press
Mission Hills, KS 66208
pwilson at teamtechinc.com



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