Safe branch

A seed floats on the wind.
Settling, it sinks in, snuggles into the earth
and begins to grow.

The bird flies to the branch.
Landing, it begins to sing.

God, may I be a safe place
where goodness may take root,
a beautiful song unfold,
another person,
maybe even a stranger,
become free.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net