This First Jubilee

This First Jubilee

Closing out this first Sabbath year,

The first seventh year,

Our year of rest,

When we left our broad fields fallow.

I am renewed.

With you, I am new.

We grew our life so strong so fast

Even un-re-sown,

Culled without rest:

First jubilee, yeastless leavens,

Each day rising.

With you, I am new.

Magic beans and tall winter wheat,

Gardened side by side,

In all seasons,

Un-toiled ground uncultivated,

Weeds yield bounties.

With you, I am new.

With rocks and clay and sandy soils,

I’ve disappointed,

Times uncounted,

Overwatered and under-shone,

Tracked mud on thatch.

With you, I am new.

Grew, grow, we’ve grown, and growing still,

You’ve made me better,

You’ve inspired me,

Forgiven and fertilized me,

My deep wellspring,

With you, I am new.

Rich harvests and bountiful feasts,

Hue-rustled autumns,

And new-seed springs,

Steamy summers and cooled winters,

With moons and tides,

With you, I am new.

Seven thorough twelve-months counted,

Future unfinished,

Whole love, complete;

Completer with each tomorrow,

Our jubilee:

With you, I am new. 


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