The shoots struggle through the soil,
Delicate and vibrant with with youth.
Drunk on clear water, baptized by sun,
Forever praying, turning toward the
Life sustaining light.
If only I could be so focused, and dedicated
Looking up in longing at the source of
Every need and want,
Wilting in his absence,
Rejoicing in his return.
Even though He never left me,
It is I, at times,
Who leaves Him.