The day hangs heavy
with possibility. Sometimes
you touch its tip and it springs
open, scattering seed on the fertile
soil. Sometimes you prod and the pod
sticks stubbornly shut.
Fear not the wait: long days
of silent growth precede
the startling play of full
We are not tasked to force
life open in fruitless
fear, but to pray and watch
and, when the hour is full, to touch
the day open gently.
“I tell you the truth, the Son can do nothing by himself;
he can do only what he sees his Father doing. . .” (John 5:19)
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Thanks for this post – it really spoke to me! I would love to chat soon! The Babsons are in town and are coming over for dessert with the Lai’s tonight.
Love you so much! Steph
Thanks, Steph. I’d love to chat whenever you’re free. Love you too!
This is beautiful, Carolyn!