Grounded in Gratitude

How do you thank a class,
soil for my soul?
Fecund with curiosity
they press me into life and
push me into passion.

How do you teach those
who teach me what I know
and so render me prostrate
before the One who alone knows me,
who sows me into the classroom?

How do you learn, save by rising
like a green blade,
striving for sun and
soaking in spring rain.

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6 thoughts on “Grounded in Gratitude

  1. dianerivers says:

    This is such a joy to read with its springtime, planting, sprouting references interwoven with gratitude for the way God has sown and grown you. Your passion for your profession just shimmers.

  2. shoreacres says:

    Ah, ha! A new, springlike photo backdrop appears. Before long, it will be sailing time again!

    I do like this poem, especially this:

    “How do you learn, save by rising
    like a green blade,
    striving for sun and
    soaking in spring rain.”

    It reminds me of Dylan Thomas’s “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower, Drives my green age…”

    Life, and learning: they belong together.

    • agjorgenson says:

      My heart is already on the lake! Life and learning most certainly belong together, and I must say that my students teach me much about each, and remind me that I too have something to say! Thanks for the Dylan Thomas quotation. I do not know his work, and so have another adventure before me!

  3. jannatwrites says:

    Beautiful poem! I like the interweaving of gratitude in our lives as well in nature (with the teaching of the teacher, and the emergence of spring.)

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