Just as the mountains slowly creep as we sleep and blink our eyelids closed so too do we grow—see the seed is not dormant but ever growing. springs trickle through the timid cracks until suddenly the seed is only recognizable as a sprout. now green and blooming, we don’t remember where the mountains once stood
sabbath through my window
Sunlight, Sunlight! Dancing across my window A soft and gentle good morning from the sky With glowing brilliance It brings hope to my eye A halo of yellow pasted on the trees Reminds me that this day Is one the Lord has made It shines and shines Until at last it says its goodbyes But