For Sophie

There is a new thing

rising

It is

the sound of a generation

Emerging from under

Ground.

Fed and

Healthful,

Nourished on

Natural

Newness,

Basking in the beauty

of

Hidden

Wholeness:

Found

Not manufactured.

Foraged

Not farmed.

Given

Not

grafted

For.

Gifts of

Goodness

Growing in your

Ever youthful souls

Grasping

For

Ever-growing

Expressions

of

Heaven

Here on

dismal

darkened

Earth.

Your shoots

Will

Grow true.

Your seeds

Won’t perish

You are

Planted

From another place.

Another Garden

Gave you life.

And now

You carry

Heaven’s triple-helix

And plant,

With words,

All you’ve got

to

Give.