This much I know, just as I breathe,
that which I send out,
wind carried seed,
is gonna grow.

Really, I don’t know, where it will grow,
but take it,
bless it, Lord,
till I go home.

Until we all go home,
this trust we carry,
this gift sacred married
is best living when it’s shared.

Send it with your voice,
send it with a smile,
as often as you can,
joy building all the while.

There it is within
and there it is out,
now a whispered breeze,
then a storm’s shout.
One to another
and another
and another,
this trust.

©Joel Tipple 9/20/2020