Golden Beans


Golden Beans

“I want to grow a beanstalk!” A tearful Jack screamed.

His mother told him to do his chores,

And put away the beans.

She stifled and bullied and buried his dreams!

So he stifled and bullied and buried the beans.

And up rose a vine, what more could he see,

Than the giant running, chasing him,

Giant harps are not free!

But in a world away, no giant could feel

Because in worlds so strange no real giant is real

So Jack stored up his winnings and planned for the day

That he could plant enough beanstalks so his mother would pay

Not in beans this time but in praise and compassion

He lit up such beanstalks until it was fashion

He clambered onto gold streets

And bet on a bean

And then all his hopes and all of his dreams

Grew up like a shoot, like a star in the sky

And he let out a yelp and a too content sigh

And he raced back home to his mother in bed

And he told her, his pride like a crown on his head,

That his beanstalk was finished! He had sold all the shares,

And she told him, now dying

The broom’s under the stairs.


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I am a second-grade teacher and pastor-to-be who loves people. I spend my weekends with friends or wandering the museums of DC alone and with a journal, trying to put words on the places of the soul that still feel wordless. I spent most of my days at school trying to learn patience through my students and running on sheer nerdy passion. I follow Jesus Christ, and savor that as my most important identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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