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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