break out

I feel like

the colour pushing

against the green

anxious for the break out

curled in tight, hidden

fed by the roots

but thirsty for light

there is pain mingled 

joy in the waiting 

then reaching

the deep 

breathing stretch

toward new life

Meanwhile, friends, wait patiently for the Master’s Arrival. 

You see farmers do this all the time, 

waiting for their valuable crops to mature, 

patiently letting the rain do its slow but sure work. 

Be patient like that. Stay steady and strong. 

The Master could arrive at any time.

James 5:7-8 The Message

walking with Emily imperfect but beloved