The Worth Of Knowing

Carefully, firmly you remove the bush of thorns and buds,

potential for pain and beauty,

from the small pot

now unnecessary means of confinement

that stunted it’s growth.

We examine the roots, stems, leaves.

You hold it with understanding,

pointing out the potential for growth that

will be unhindered.

We make room in the earth

place it in the dirt

cover it with more

water it

step back.

Will it take root? I wonder,

How will we know if it’ll make it?

You look me in the eye

like you know my heart is fragile too

We water, you say,

we pray,

we trust

the unseen work

of soaking in the water and light,

the taking root,

the abiding in the dirt

and reaching toward the sun.