Poem: Summer Plenty

Sometimes
we must open our hands
and let go,
soften our expectations
and our striving,
and steep for a spell
in where we are,
with what we have.
May we trust
that we have plenty of time,
time to create
and time to rest,
time to nourish what we love
into flourishing
and time to tend
to thin slivers of new ideas,
time to pause
and time to act,
time to live our magic
and birth our prayers.

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