I could be a painter of grasses; <br />though each stem, each blade unique, <br />how alike each other - <br />each standing beside, of a height with its fellows, <br />alike each ending - <br /> <br />in winter, here and there, <br />topping the crust of snow, <br />some bowed, some bent, some broken; <br />how brave, how they live for light, for their seed <br /> <br /> Amen, Jesus, My Lord, brother Maitreya, <br /> our forever promised, our promise of forever, <br /> <br /> we as grass, Amen <br /> and the grass, Amen <br /> <br /> Amen<br /><br />John Libertus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-could-be-a-painter-of-grasses/
