Iowa Writes

Mountain Sacrament: Offering

She brings the light spray
Wet with rain, gray morning
Clinging to the lilies.
Wash the stems well, she says:
Rain stirs up the earth—
Her old hands worn
Hard and smooth with planting.

Now it is past Lent,
The mountain spills out
Little boys walking deep
Into the blind morning mist,
High to upland fields, bearing
Flower seedlings on their heads
Against—or with—the fine
Slant of new rain:

Each sharp sprig
Each upward step
Left on the bare
Intermediary ground
Its own act
Of faith.

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Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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This poem originally appeared in Volume 5, Number 6 of 100 Words, a journal published by The University of Iowa's International Writing Program between 1993 and 1998. Each piece in the journal had to be 100 words or fewer, and each issue had a theme. This issue's theme was "On Garden."

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on June 05, 2009

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