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.
walking with Emily imperfect but beloved
