Written by Maggie Francis Lane
copyright A Timeless Company, Inc.
Oh little ones, tiny, so tiny. You are embryonic and alive, and the ground from which you grow is like a blanket, making a bed for you to lie beneath.
in that home, your life begins. What predestination lies within you, and Who charmed your making and gave you powers to rise from the earth so resplendent and bold?
Do you toil, like me, with growing pains? And ever wish to remain hidden ‘neath the dirt, unchanged, or do you willingly surrender to the rain, the soil and the sun, and take delight in your becoming?