I could be a painter of grasses;
though each stem, each blade unique,
how alike each other -
each standing beside, of a height with its fellows,
alike each ending -

in winter, here and there,
topping the crust of snow,
some bowed, some bent, some broken;
how brave, how they live for light, for their seed

Amen, Jesus, My Lord, brother Maitreya,
our forever promised, our promise of forever,

we as grass, Amen
and the grass, Amen

Amen

John Libertus

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