Category Archives: Spring Harvest

For every wild animal of the forest is mine, the cattle on a thousand hills (Psalm 50:10)

He made me

to delight in the earth, the sun

warm on my face.

Light on my feet, to run,

to frisk, to ruminate,

to contemplate,

to gaze at you

with puzzled gentleness.

You made me

live shortened days, confined.

A commodity, denied the sun,

sore-footed, force-fed fast food,

bewildered and resigned.

Not free.

©Marion Adams 2016


NaPoWriMo Tuesday, 9 April 2013



Last day – Spring Harvest 2013

Presence, words and acts,

Spirit-saturated life:

Go – and be, say, do.

© Marion Adams 2013

NaPoWriMo Monday, 8 April 2013

Makes sense of the mess,

messes with human logic:

this raw, reckless grace.

© Marion Adams 2013

NaPoWriMo Sunday, 7 April 2013

Courage, conviction,

Grace and authenticity –

You are what you speak.

© Marion Adams 2013