Mighty Maid

Springtime and
my true Vine
begins to sprout
with
tiny shoots
peeking forth
from deadwood darkness.

Spring cleaning time
for my cluttered dwelling place
too much filled
with barren branches
and
broken promises of praytime,
contemplation
cast aside
in favor of
junk food.

Yet wholesome fruit
and
vegetables in plenty

I would bear
for my own fulfilling
and the nourishment of
my people.

But first,
I must be cleansed ...

What is it
dear Mighty Maid God
that needs to go
so I can grow?

Christine Schenk, Sr.