Angels deliver Fate to our doorstep - and anywhere else it is needed. ~ Jessi Lane Adams

I am the earth,

rich, dark, and loamy.

I steam in the sun after a spring rain

with my face raised

to the heavens.

Eyes closed.

Senses singing.

My hands dig deep,

reaching for roots

buried within.

Vines twist above me.

Choked but winding

always upward.

I do not let go.

I am the earth

and I

survive.

You are water,

the essence of Life.

You ripple and dash.

You spill and refresh.

You are the Pool of Siloam.

You are winding rivers

always leading home.

Your face breaks the surface

and glistens in

the sun.

You are water,

the essence of Life.

In your hands

the surf breaks

eternal.