loosed for faith

Harvey S. Mozolak

in a storm
I saw a mulberry tree
float by
on a sea awake
with cargo and ports
whales and fleets of fish
above forests of coral
and swaying weeds
a bark
I believe
but not adrift
its branches reaching
like many masts to fuel
the lightning’s lines
the leaves a thousand
small sails trusting
the wind above time’s tides
roots unanchored of earth
trailing in the currents of God
trunk toward a treasured beach
pebbled with sand
the size of mustard seeds

Luke 17. 5-10
Lectionary 27