I wrote this poem to illustrate a metaphor for an eco-egalitarian style of co-leadership. Since my ideas about leadership have been heavily influenced by my experience as a Christian, it is also a metaphor for spiritual leadership and a spiritual community.
by Robyn Morrison
We kneel, rubbing the moist dark soil in
our weathered hands. Earth is our source.
Enriched by life composted from seasons past.
The days are warmer.
The time for sowing seeds has come.
We turn the soil (once, twice)
noticing earth worms, uncovering potential,
bringing life giving air to what was beneath.
Rows, patches, mounds, pots —
Wondering what each plant needs;
where each will thrive.
Then — down into the soil seeds are sown.
Patience now. God is our partner.
Only God knows how to release the potential in each seed.
The Garden gathers what she needs;
crawling creatures, winged things,
winds gentle and strong, life giving water,
There are structures in our Garden that endure;
apple trees, currant bushes.
Others stay for many years;
The colorful ones come and go, here for a season, then
thrown into the compost bin.
The Garden sustains life. She feeds us.
In return we, the Garden and her gardeners,
cultivate and tend all who gather in her midst.
Year after year;
kneeling, sowing, tending, harvesting, composting.
From soil to soil. Life goes on.