Poem February 2, 1987 Issue

Mustard seed of faith

Elizabeth Glass Barlow

Could anything that seems so small
when planted deep within
have roots
whose shoots
spring into trees—
home for birdlings
shelter from breeze—
spreading out
to hold secure
my doubting heart?

Elizabeth Glass Barlow

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