May peace be with the weary.
Comfort them like children. Embrace them like parents.
All uncertainties be touched with sensitivity.
To the abused, hurt, lonely, lost, angry, furious, confused, depression, suicidal, happy:
May you find seeds in your back pocket when your soil has run dry. If not, may soil drop from the soles of your feet.
May you be the embodiment of life. May you be the soil, the sun, the rain and The Flower.
Thank you for reading. Now grow.
