Like gold and fire they flash
Against an unseen breath
From an unrivaled hand
Thin and frail, yet able
To catch the morning light
As stems branch into climbing veins
Carrying life and water and strength
Isn’t it He who opens His palm
And quenches the thirst of every living thing?
In His arms are the depths of the earth,
Where streams turn into rivers swallowed by oceans
And with this breath the sky clears
A new day bursts
As He pulls the sun from its resting place behind the line.
Cover photo by freestocks.org.
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