As a baker carries the exquisite wedding cake—
heavy and delicate—into the room,
as the ambulance weaves through traffic
with its precious healing cargo inside,
as the woman near her due date
shields her baby through the crowd,
as the milkweed seed is entrusted to the wind
with all its generations,
as clouds hold aloft, in mere vapor,
a flood of water,
as a child reverently carries
a candle through the darkness,
through this day, God, I bear you:
gently, mightily, praying in me.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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