grow

“According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, “Grow, grow.”

― Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith

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Angels watching over me O Lord

Angels watching over me!

as the wind blows

and bends me toward the earth

as age slows my body and my mind

as I drag along

old wounds and hurts

old hate

into the new day

as I stand

weakly rooted in the fabric of the universe

Sacred is calling

grow

grow

be joyful

be loving

be generous

let the Sacred without

awaken

the Sacred within

stretch your very being toward the

heavens

and grow