Nathanael said to him, “How do you know me?” Jesus answered him, “Before Philip called you, when you were under the fig tree, I saw you.” —John 1:48
Before the beginning, a moment pure in hope:
of choosing and of being chosen, of a life
unentangled in experience.
Then every harvest is lush, and every love
divine, its cost uncalculated.
Like the couple in the thrift store,
sifting infant clothes — she smiling at her
secret knowledge, hand upon her belly;
his eyes protective, and full of wonder.