Like strong grass pushing itself upward
Between thick layers of concrete sidewalk
Or the sun refusing to stay behind clouds.
Like the push of water in a flowing spring
Or the urgent, pressing contractions of birth.
Like the stubborn oak leaves of last autumn
Shoved off by spring’s burst of budding life.
So are you spiritual vigor and strong energy
Forever present within our hidden selves,
Sustaining and growing us into deep love.
~by Joyce Rupp~
from Fragments of Your Ancient Name