just a piece of a piece…..

 

a mustard seed?
just the
morsel of a mustard
seed,
touch of a cloak
or the breeze from your
crowded passing.
to surrender and finally
give it up to your judgement,
surrender to what you want
realize
the journey
and hope, still knowing –
wanting
the morsel, that i may
hold it long enough
to plant it somewhere fertile.
all these choices,
that i’m not asking too late
that you hear me and that
the confidence
i feel is true,
that it becomes stronger than
the seed, taller than its
growing tree,
that the cloak is more than  a passing
glance
-is it, it is, i believe so,
while my nerves are un nerving-
but my confidence is unyielding
my faith is thy will
that your will, is my mustard seed
– and that this trust
surpasses the beautiful risk
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About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called crazyirishman.wordpress.com, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on https://www.facebook.com/crazyirishmanpoetry where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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