Wheat

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When these fields of adolescent wheat
still green ape the waving ocean
I’d love to ache a little more.
It hurts to see such beauty.
It tears at the navel wound
that proves that long ago
there was a cord
that did much more than bind.
Now it’s tied
and (more troubling still)
healed.
Which means the pain of separation
has been pacified.
Which means something
wildly vital has died.
I’d love to ache a little more.

Greg Kennedy, SJ is assigned to the spiritual exercises ministry at the Ignatius Jesuit Centre in Guelph, Ontario.

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7 Comments
  • Peter Bisson
    Posted at 08:29h, 20 August Reply

    Thank you Greg!

  • Sharon Walters
    Posted at 09:47h, 20 August Reply

    One of your best!

  • Sharon Walters
    Posted at 09:47h, 20 August Reply

    One of you best!

  • Maria Skarzynski
    Posted at 10:42h, 20 August Reply

    Super beautiful !!

  • Roger Yaworski, SJ
    Posted at 11:37h, 20 August Reply

    Thanks Greg,
    Roger

  • Michelle Mahoney
    Posted at 13:54h, 20 August Reply

    Another one to add to my collection of great poems! Thank you, Greg!

  • Karen Arthurs
    Posted at 14:14h, 20 August Reply

    An arousing reflective posture on life…..

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