Life Goes On

Hold me tight as I begin to grow.

May enough earth hold me?

I hope so.

Hold me tight as the winds blow.

Though some of us may fall,

sustain us.

Keep us standing tall.

As the water rushes and even some of our strongest break,

hold on.

Dig deeper.

Hold tighter to less, and get us through.

We know You are digging in, doing whatever it takes.

When all seems barren but the roots are good,

a new energy flows through the branches,

and a new shape starts to form.

As some of us start sprouting from our wounds,

we experience new life a little differently.

Same place, new sprout—

likely considering a different route.

Through every hardship, a newness of life appears.

We stay in the same place, but newness is ever-sprouting.

Roots keep us grounded and keep us strong,

but the trees tell us: life goes on.