the oak sleeps in the acorn
the bird awaits in the egg
dreams are the seedlings of realities
trees can grow well in rocky soil
but they only do this by finding crevices in the rocks
where the roots are able to penetrate deeply
take me by the hand and lead me
not where I would wish to go
but where it is best for me to be
speak to me in the garden of Your word
our visible wealth is like a weed
suffocating the delicate shoot
that contains the very Presence of God
I must always create free space
where a stranger can enter in
and become a friend
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