a prayer for new growth
Lord,
take the seeds I have to offer
these tiny kernels of self
these dormant dreams
and
make them grow
I’m amazed at how
miraculous it is,
how I am always in awe,
every time you
call life to push up through the dark
even the smallest glimpse of green
–the birth the sprouting the faith–
calls me to praise
and I pray
that you will
let the roots go deep
let the stems be strong
let the leaves open wide
let the fruit be sweet
A Moving Yarn 