Tender Souls


Harvester of Souls, who nurtures us through the deep, fragrant soil of the earth,
Each of us belong to your tree, some of us grafted by cuttings, some of us pollinated by generations, all of us tender and fragile in our ripening. Hold us in your branches to nestle in safety, until we find ourselves ready to explore beyond toward brighter light. Set us free in your fields of grasses, to touch the countenance of everything that is alive, accepting the love with which you labor to strengthen us all. Amen.

Matthew 9:38 Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore,  to send out workers into his  harvest field.


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