A poem about Purpose

What if hay had a choice? Would it choose the mower, rake, and baler for the sake of nourishing others? If I were hay, would I? Do I?

Would you? Do you?

Purpose recently appeared in the Fall 2020 edition of God and Nature Magazine—a publication of the American Scientific Affiliation—where Christ-following scientists grapple with the intersect of the seen and unseen, the common and the holy.

With that which can be proven and that which cannot.

How often does one illustrate the other? How often are they one and the same?

I welcome you to settle back and chew on the perspectives of these fine thinkers. Consider. Stretch. Question. Discuss.

Enjoy.

You can find the entire issue in the link above and here.

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PURPOSE

by Cheryl Grey Bostrom

If blades of timothy and rye
Were made of flesh and bone,
And orchard grass and clover green
Were my own form, full grown,

Would I dare cheer the mower sharp
As round the field it came
To drop me groundward at my knees,
My willfulness to tame?

And would I welcome ted and rake
To cure me in the heat,
Before the baler packed me tight
And bound me, winter’s feed?

Or would I resist sacrifice,
Ignore the hungry, poor,
To wave in autumn’s windy chill,
Then shrink to soil’s store?

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“The LORD is like a father to his children,
tender and compassionate to those who fear him.
For he knows how weak we are;
he remembers we are only dust.
Our days on earth are like grass;
like wildflowers, we bloom and die.
The wind blows, and we are gone–
as though we had never been here.
But the love of the LORD remains forever
with those who fear him.”

—Psalm 103:13-17

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This singing sky . . ..