Possibilities and hopes
Looking forward
For what may be
Though yet unknown

Time to grow
With soil and sun
Roots now seeking
Nourishment and place

Stretching can be so disquieting
Challenges to thought
Fragile buds bathed
… in grace

God’s light shine
Upon our face
Sweet rich soil
We embrace

To till and tend
To weed and water
For fruitful harvest
By His hands

Charlotte-Anne Allen