Seedlings - tiny, tender, pushing up through hard soil, forming to embrace glorious light with verdant leaves, reaching deep to a firm foundation to soak in rich nourishment. Thoughts in one's mind seek fertile soil, hoping to sprout into seedlings with potential to make a difference, to bear fruit, or at least to provide shade from summer sun.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Adoration
You are the sun.
I am the moon.
I am a cold, hard rock in frigid space.
You are the blazing brightness Who gives light and warmth.
I am pocked and pitted with empty craters.
You are full of power and lovingkindness.
I am dusty, dry and lifeless.
You are the Giver of Life.
You are my life's center.
I revolve around you, reflecting your light to humankind.
Your radiance reflects from my face
Giving me a quiet beauty that is not my own.
You cleanse my impurities.
I shine pure in the darkness.
While I wax and wane in your light,
You are ever faithful.
I am the moon.
You are the sun.
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1 comment:
You have a great way with words, Jama.
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