Rooted.

Have you ever

laid on the Earth’s floor, 

hands tangled

in the delicate blades of grass,

and marveled 

at the utter endlessness

and vastness

of the sky?

It seems so unfair

that we mistake it

for ordinary.

It is…

limitless.

So when I reach my hand

up toward its magic,

yearning for its breath,

I am reminded

that I am a finite being

living in an infinite universe.

My days are numbered

but my soul transcends.

And for that,

I am wholly grounded…

rooted 

in my purpose.

• earth
• love
• poem
• soul
• thoughts
• wonder