Let that be me.

Better is one day,

Better is one day,

Better is one day,

Better is one day.

I meditate on how little I know,

And face the vastness of God.

Worship follows awe, and silence;

I am humbled and overjoyed.

Let me be good soil,

Let me be good earth.

Or, let me be seeds,

Honest and plentiful. 

Plants grow from soil,

Water and Sunlight.

They spring up from seed,

Let that be me.

Whatever seed you plant,
Will only ever be that tree.
Love, Faith, Hope:
Let that be me.

Stalks.

The stalks have wanted to come up for ages,

But I protected them with soil.

I could sense their need for nourishment, so I fed them.

More earth, more fertile coverage. 

I watered them too, 

And took keen note of their spot. 

I believed in the plant,

But I was afraid it would come up. 

With water, and food and the promise of light, 

Maybe one day, maybe. 

Fright. 

Just a little longer, under the earth. 

Earth is for roots, and sun is for branches. 

A Small request

I'm asking to avoid a fight, today,

Fights exist, and I'm aware of them,

But in this moment I'm seeking some foray

Of air, motion, colour, beauty and love,

Gobbling goodness

May I?