The Mustard Seed

Lover of the Light;
fear not the ever growing
shade that engulfs the fresh
that grows stale. It is your
gentile smile that gives the
river raindrops. Drop by drop.

Your are the sand grain to the
desert, the seed to the
pomegranate, the flake to the
snow bank, the kernel to the
corn husk, the acorn to the
oak.

The dilemma to the
law, the attraction to the
romance, the grace to the
conversion.

Thus do not change. You are
our change. You are our strength.
Without you, how can we start?