Entranced in life,

I sprout like a mustard seed,

So small and strong,

Brushed about the ground by wind and storm,

Lightening flashes all about,

My house made on sand sliding all about,

Carried through the desert,

Beak breaking through,

Dropping me among a throng of stones,

Still unable to take root,

God’s finger moves yet again,

Pushing for years across deserted space,

Till the frustrations of my machinations,

Sprout forth and take hold of life,

Now I grow and thrive,

Waiting till the end of my time.