It is hard to see how we grow
It is marked by quiet changes
Many times it is not the big leaps,
Bounds that mark a true change
Slow and steady growth brings it
About like we have always
Done it this way, without our
Knowing we haven't
There is much to be valued
In marked striving
Because God enters through
Either standing patiently, silently
By as we mark a newness
Within us and start the
Process of death and
Always open to a
New seed we didn't see
Growing within