This morning
I was ambushed by green – vibrant, vital, verde – as if the trees resurrected overnight. Except – all through the long winter, the brisk months of March and April, deep beneath the surface, quietly, quietly, the trees did their work: Sap crawled up capillaries Tiny buds sprung and sprouted until the time was right and today, the trees exploded with hope and promise Similarly today you ambushed me – vibrant, vital, vast – I look up to you while I still hold you in my heart as the little boy with chalk in my driveway the wisp of a girl covered in mud from head to toe the sassy middle schooler the shy freshman But silently, silently deep beneath the surface, you were becoming and just like that – here we are bursting with hope and excitement And just like that, Silently Slowly Beneath the surface God is working until the time is right to ambush you with hope and a future. Amanda Smith 2024
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