I have no idea
what is happening within their cells.
But You know.
How quietly they work,
how life gathers itself again
after each pruning.

Five years
of patiently pruning
and tending this plant.
Cutting away branches,
waiting through seasons
when nothing seemed to change.

And now,
in the quiet of Lent,
You have given me a small little gift.

Deo gratias.