"His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’"
The day will come
when all that we have been given
and all that we have sown
will unearth the topography of plentitude.
There exists a land of mystery
where we gain more abundantly
by loosening the grip of our hands,
drink from the infinite stream of grace,
trusting that what we have been given
is enough for each day.
We have been called and entrusted
with gifts that are not ours to keep.
We receive these gifts with open hands
and through these uncoiled hands
we knit delicately
the work of art that unveils
of the reign of a new economy,
a new way of life
in which those who drink will thirst no longer.
To be called good
by the source of the Good
to be called faithful
from the One who is always faithful
is to be inducted
into a metaphysics of love
that will only grow
by the virtue of being shared.
This is the alchemy in which
the gold we bury turns to dust
and the dust we surrender
turns into gold.
What we have been given
is with us now
waiting to be discovered
to be seen
to be sowed
to be shared
to make abundant a world
that has been made small
by the fences between
what is yours
and what is mine.
The kingdom near
becomes the kingdom here
when those who are faithful
transpose the utterances
and sprinkle generously the divine gifts
into the fields that knew only
the stifling metrics of scarcity.
We have not been given these gifts
to secure our lot in the skies.
is not the riches of the land
nor treasures of the sea
but the invitation into the making of a new territory
in which heaven meets the earth
and the earth receives her inheritance.
We reach our hands out
and dip our fingers into an unending pool of love.
The more generously
onto the canvas of the earth
the more we see
That the home we have been longing for
Is being made here.
Art: Dea Jenkins | (untitled) | mixed media: watercolor, paper | 2020
Practice: Response Poetry
- Read Erin Choi's poem silently.
- Read the poem again, this time out loud.
- Select one line from the poem and respond to it by writing your own poem.