I splashed through
a psalm or two,
looking for You;
expressing me.
Come as a seed,
fall and die in here,
so a single shoot
may rise with the sun.
So a single root
may drive in the soil,
deep, splayed toward
ground water wants.
Come water me
in the silent hours,
as I incline my heart.
Garden my soul.
Amen
Gerald the Writer 
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