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

grown grace.


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)

This Post Has 4 Comments

  1. Glen & Stephanie Robinson

    Hi Care,

    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

  2. Mary Waind

    This is beautiful, Carolyn!

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