Kernels of Truth

Kernels of Truth

Pass me some Jesus words please.

How about the ones lying like kernels

in the bottom of a popcorn bowl?

The little seeds hard enough to break

an ego like a tooth.

                                                                 “Come unto me.”

All the heavy butter glazed on my fingers.

The exploded grenades like cumulus

clouds have disappeared by the hand full

as I watched life like a movie.

                                                                  “Be not afraid.”

Sifting the bowl like a panhandler

more and more hard polished words

role around golden like a rule.

Butter fingers plucking tightly

one at a time.

                                                     “What do you want?”

Amaized at the possibilities

of these seeds falling into my soul

and dying, I welcome the broken

casing pealed back by grace and truth.

                                                                  “Follow me.”

GAB June 2010