GRATITUDE

For the sunshine and the wind blowing that provides the perfect wind-to-heat ratio.

Balance.

For proportionate length from arm to torso ratio.

I stretch in the morning and I say thank you.

For reach

For vision

For hope

Hope produced in its blooming season

Birthed from a mustard seed

Watered by tears of disappointment

Breaking through the foundation of fear

And defeating the spirit of doubt.

This strong tree of hope stretched its branches of love toward the ground to feed its malnourished community.

Its fruit of joy, peace, mercy, forgiveness, love, and kindness feed a generation. After each priceless piece, the fruit’s seeds are thrown back into the hard concrete foundation and trampled over by the cold world. The crushing of the seeds creates a sweet nectar that seeps through the cracks of its hard surface. When the rains of this life fall, it washes the hope serum deeper beneath the surface. It forces its way through the concrete, reaching the soul buried beneath. What’s this? More strong hope trees begin to sprout and bear fruit. This is the will of our Father while we are here on earth. We are called to produce much fruit. We are created to feed this starving generation the truth they so desperately desire.