Thursday, December 12, 2013

12.13.2013


Pink Rhody Bloom Oozing Pollen

Given the size of a pollen grain there is a seeming gulf between stamen
and pistil. Yet somehow that space is traversed and an embryo plant
begins to develop. There is a seeming gulf between the promise of
justice and its consistent, respectful application. How do we get from
here to there? Or is the apparent gulf irrelevent? Life finds a way for
the plant. Why not for human society? Can I know that there is a way
no matter what I was told or thought? Can I trust Life to bridge the
apparent gap between hope and reality? In gratitude may it be so.

C595A

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