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Holy Hermit St Julian of Norwich:
“And he showed me a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, on the palm of my hand, round like a ball.
I looked at it thoughtfully and wondered
‘What is this?’
And the answer came: ‘It is all that is made’.
I marvelled that it continued to exist and did not suddenly disintegrate; it was so small.
And again, my mind supplied the answer: ‘It exists, both now and for ever, because God loves it’.
In short, everything owes its existence to the love of God.
In this little thing I saw three truths.
The first is that God made it;
the second is that God loves it;
the third is that God sustains it. ”
Poem: Mustard seed – Unfolding Light
The realm of God is like a mustard seed,
which, when sown upon the ground,
is the smallest of all the seeds on earth;
yet when it is sown it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs,
and puts forth large branches,
so that the birds of the air can make nests in its shade.”
—Mark 4.30-32
A mustard seed of grace hides in you,
small, immeasurable.
Tiny—becoming infinite.
Don’t try to estimate its power.
A mighty tree—a little shrub,
scale is useless here.
Your mystifyingly small nucleus
is cosmic, the span of the universe.
Birds of the flock of the whole world
nest in your branches.
What you haven’t even seen in you
offers shade and shelter.
Something changing the world
is happening in you.
Let the miracle unfold.
Trust, and be good soil.