In the earth a promise is stored.
A dark promise. Waiting.
It is nothing. Nothing at all.
Waiting.
As only a word waits.
As yet unsaid.
It is nothing.
From the earth.
A seed.
It harbours a loaf
Rich in the whole story.
Creation.
But yet it is nothing.
Silent.
Not yet incarnated.
Only when it breaks.
'Alleluia's' shout.
Then the promise.
Becomes everything.
Every leaf. Every lichen.
Every turn of air.
An 'Alleluia'.
Flowing and dancing.
From the brokenness.
What was nothing.
Becomes everything.
The hidden promise.
Revealed in everything.
A bio-celebration. A bio-Mass.
We have a eco-communion next week. Just getting into the space to prepare...
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