Tuesday, May 31, 2016
The Lesson of the Bramble
By Jim Rapp
What is it about a bramble
that is so attractive to me?
Out on an early evening ramble,
passing by a lovely one, I see
nothing useful there to man;
nothing to house or cloth or feed
a frail race, constantly seeking land
from which to harvest – or seed
for future harvest – its security.
A bramble serving needs of creatures
content with manna given daily,
makes me pray my faithlessness be cured.