Watering the Tiny Seed

How shall the mighty river
reach the tiny seed?
See it rise silently
to the sun’s yearning;
sail from a winter’s cloud
flake after silent flake
piling up layer upon layer
until the thaw of spring
to meet the seedling’s need.

Make tender, Lord, my heart:
release through gentleness
Thine own tremendous power
hid in the snowflake’s art.

— Antoinette Adam

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