The humus earth is ripe and soft awaiting my planting
as if its spent these long winters months
just waiting for this moment,
longing for this seed,
so eager to begin a new life,
hungry to unleash its vitality through this plant to be,
not caring whether it be rose or weed,
strong and sturdy, or spindly and sprawling,
nor whether it be adorned or scorned.
This earth just longs to co create,
to bring new life, and join the budding chorus
that Spring has sprung all around.
Drunk on the aroma of tender shoots, lilacs and blossoms of all kinds,
it welcomes all in unrestrained hospitality
like the inebriated bartender inviting every passerby,
or the gratuitous pastor offering refuge to the most needy.
Why you might ask?
Such unbounded generosity and self-giving?
Why not save these precious resources and fertility
for those most deserving?
Why not enlist a committee or screening process
to weed out the less qualified, the less desirable?
Why not stake out borders and claim its territory
so it can control all within its bounds
to protect and preserve its native soil and prevent invaders?
No, It will continue in reckless nurturance of any life that emerges in its midst.
Nature does not know this divisive and deadly judgment.
Why do we?
Christi Ortiz is a licensed marriage and family therapist by profession and a poet by passion. She enjoys trying to put to words to that which is wordless and give voice to the dynamic and wild spiritual journey called life. She lives in Spokane with her husband and two children, Emmanuel and Grace. She loves the outdoors and meditating in the early mornings which gives rise to her poetry.