From deep within a life begins,
where tiny seeds take root.
It’s hard to tell the future
of these fragile little shoots.
Steadily growing together,
destinies now entwined.
Wrapped tightly ’round the others,
woven like the vine.
One in body, and in purpose,
strengthened through the years.
what alone they would have feared.
Stretching toward the heavens,
the fragrance of blossoming faith.
they’ve grown beneath the light.
Full in stature and blooming grace.
Hands reach out to shade and comfort.
those who climb the knoll.
Providing fruit, both ripe and sweet,
for nourishing the soul.
Seeds thrown out to fertile ground,
produce a group of shoots.
I watch and wonder at new life,
as another church takes root.