I have to decide
Will I trade my pebble for a seed?
The pebble, after all is tough and predictable.
I can grip it without any surprises.
Its edges are sharp.
And who knows?
I might need a weapon.

I have to decide
Will I trade my pebble for a seed?
The seed, after all is degradable; it might rot…
I can plant it, but a crop is unsure…
It is quite fragile…
And who knows?
I might need a weapon.

I have to decide
Will I trade my pebble for a seed?
The pebble, after all is useful for grinding.
I can gather other pebbles and build a wall.
Its assets are unbending.
And who knows?
I might need a weapon.

I have to decide
Will I trade my pebble for a seed?
The seed, after all is full of mystery and hope…
It can be transformed and astonish its gardener…
Its properties are life and beauty…
And who knows?
I might need to feed my enemy.



​Pebbles or Seeds
A confession of Pamela Graf Short
February 25

In the year of our LORD 2016

Yesterday I heard myself name calling
Idiots
Ignorant
Scary
It was easy to do because the enemy was absent
Would I have said these things to someone’s face?
Unlikely

Yesterday I was fed and nourished
A teenage boy smiled
A colleague spoke of new beginnings
A woman recited some words of Isaiah
It is hard to say why I am surrounded by joy
Do I deserve these favors?
Unlikely

Today I have already complained
Whiner
Incompetent
Two-faced
It is easy to do because I am muttering to myself
Will I confront in helpful ways?
Unlikely

Today I have already received many gifts
Warm running water
A comfortable chair
A smile from my spouse
It is hard to say why these presents open before me
Am I thankful enough for all this abundance?
Unlikely

Unlikely
A ​Confession of Pamela Graf Short
March 10
In the year of our LORD two thousand and sixteen​​
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