Julie’s been writing midnight beet poems, and sent us one this morning.
On meeting the beet week after week
First, I resist the foreigners.
Next, I resolve to include them in the hot melting pot.
Soon, I preach their inherent goodness.
To my surprise, my eight year old speaks their language.
Hauerwas defines family as “strangers God has given us to love.”
They all arrive on Tuesday, in my CSA box.
If any one else wants to share CSA-inspired poems, email them our way!