Jesus said to them, “Is a lamp brought in to be put under the bushel basket, or under the bed, and not on the lampstand? For there is nothing hidden, except to be disclosed; nor is anything secret, except to come to light. Let anyone with ears to hear listen!” And he said to them, “Pay attention to what you hear; the measure you give will be the measure you get, and still more will be given you. For to those who have, more will be given; and from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away.”
He also said, “The kingdom of God is as if someone would scatter seed on the ground, and would sleep and rise night and day, and the seed would sprout and grow, he does not know how. The earth produces of itself, first the stalk, then the head, then the full grain in the head. But when the grain is ripe, at once he goes in with his sickle, because the harvest has come.”
He also said, “With what can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable will we use for it? It 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.”
With many such parables he spoke the word to them, as they were able to hear it; he did not speak to them except in parables, but he explained everything in private to his disciples. Mark 4:21-34
The Measure
I played with the aluminum measuring cups
before I could speak properly or even walk
they hold still the reflections of generosity
that flowed daily from my mother's kitchen.
When older I took hold of te dented wonders
following instructions, watching carefully
listening to my mother's sighs and prayers
such pleasure in the giving of good food.
We made bread together and church casseroles
food for dozens and food for the hundreds
multiple turkeys to feed the newly arrived
the smiles of children sent home with extras.
She gave measure upon generous measure
never weighing the cost, trusting in God
the kitchen, silent now still inhabits dreams
the metal taste of those old cups still lingers.
The Measure
I played with the aluminum measuring cups
before I could speak properly or even walk
they hold still the reflections of generosity
that flowed daily from my mother's kitchen.
When older I took hold of te dented wonders
following instructions, watching carefully
listening to my mother's sighs and prayers
such pleasure in the giving of good food.
We made bread together and church casseroles
food for dozens and food for the hundreds
multiple turkeys to feed the newly arrived
the smiles of children sent home with extras.
She gave measure upon generous measure
never weighing the cost, trusting in God
the kitchen, silent now still inhabits dreams
the metal taste of those old cups still lingers.
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