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[felicula]

I debated whether I wanted to post this or not. It may, at some point, end up part of my words as a Worship Associate. It started to come to me while I was driving home from Buffalo yesterday, but did not blossom until I tried to fall asleep. Well, I gave in, got up, and let my Muse wander a bit through my psyche. This is what came out.


Planting Season

Come my Friends,
Grow like the World Tree.

Sink your feet deep into soft Mother's earth.

Feel your roots intertwine,
Holding hands with Everything.

Your trunk is stronger than you know.

Feel the life pulsing through you,
Vital,
Patient.

Reach your arms wide and embrace the sky.

Tickle the clouds to send Spring Rain,
Cleanse,
Refresh.

You are vibrant.

You ARE.