Like a flowing mountain stream,
or a chorale echoing in a grand cathedral,
or a seed germinating warmly in the cold ground
to bloom an expected spring surprise,
permission to become,
to come,
broken or whole,
on a run or on your knees,
to call forth the mystery within.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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