#BelieveInMagic Day 2: If I Believe, by Kristen C. Strocchia


If I Believe

Cradled in this mustard seed,
tiny spark to giant tree.
There’s mountain moving magic inside of me.
Faith so small, ready to grow free.

Tiny spark to giant tree
not precocious, not demanding—
faith. So small. Ready to grow. Free.
needing patience, understanding.

Not precocious. Not demanding—
a seed that roots and puts out leaves—
needing patience. Understanding
pick up your mountain and throw it into the sea.

A seed that roots and puts out leaves,
if I believe. If I believe,
pick up your mountain and throw it into the sea!
Would you believe? Would you believe,

if I believe? If I believe,
cradled in this mustard seed—
would you believe? Would you believe
there’s mountain moving magic inside of me!


Kristen lives her writing and illustrating dream before dawn’s early light in Lake Ariel, PA, penning YA/NA and PB manuscripts in an old-fashioned notebook. She has a rhyme forthcoming in Highights High Five and can be found tweeting @KCStrocchia, and blogging and tweeting about multiculturally diverse voice at www.voxsnatcher.wordpress.com and @voxsnatcher.

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15 Responses to #BelieveInMagic Day 2: If I Believe, by Kristen C. Strocchia

  1. This is a beautiful poem, Kristen! Thank you for sharing it with us!

  2. Beautiful, Kristen! What a wonderful way to start the day!

  3. Really, really cool. Thanks for putting this out there. Here’s to tiny sparks in February, deep roots, shoots, and leaves galore!

  4. Lindsay Bandy says:

    A lovely poem written from an equally lovely heart ❤

  5. Brinton Culp says:

    Love that mountain moving magic! Thank you for sharing 😊

  6. A beautiful poem, I love this interpretation of magic! Congratulations on the Highlights publication!

  7. Kristen you made me do a little sleuthing, okay Googling about mustard seeds. I was wondering about your connecting the seed to a tree. I had always thought of mustard as a small plant not a tree. Also the rhythm of the poem reminded me of a prayer and after my Googling now I think I can grasp the underlying meaning beneath the verses. Poetry is such a powerful form of expression. Thanks for sharing your work and taking me on a small journey of my own. There are all kinds of magic.

    • Kristen C.S. says:

      So cool to hear how my poem sparked your imaginings and curiosities! The format is called a pantoum…an Indian [as in continental] poetry format if I correctly recall. It does kind of give the feel of lapping waves the way lines play round and round. I can see how it could feel like a prayer. =)

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