I Pray It Is Tame

I hope you find joy from the harvest you planted and forgiveness from the one you didn’t.

When your soil dries, I dream you’ll make time to water the lilies most days and learn to release the ones who couldn’t survive their newfound independence.

As the sweetness of blueberries and watermelons lures the wild in, I pray it is tame, for a while, upon your sacred land.

And on those afternoons, when all you want to do is dig a hole and plant your limbs deeply into the earth, desperate for rebirth, I wish you a peaceful slumber among the other roots eager to bloom.