Monday, September 26, 2011

Sea and Seeds

                                            My ten year old daughter's hair beneath my palm
                                            like feeling underwater
                                            the barely perceptible currents;
                                            a softness to lean back into;
                                            a deep peace cupped there
                                            in a sea of possibility.

                                            Does God hold us like this? Like the spring fields the seeds?

                                            How much more would he breath us in and exhale us
                                            into being if only we would come close enough?

                                           Close enough to let all of ourselves fall

                                           like dandelion orbs into the green becoming
                                           seeding into His ground.

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