Incremental

(An excerpt from, “All Along You Were Blooming: Thoughts for Boundless Living” by Morgan Harper Nichols.)

May Love wash like water

Wild over me

In the desert of my mind

When I am tired, 

Thirsty, seeking.

That time of year

When I am growing, 

When I am

A year older,

But not feeling 

Stronger

In my shoulders.

May Love remind me

That growth

Is incremental.

I have been aching

For the rush of fresh spring water.

It does not come,

But I trust

The water is not stagnant.

Even the softest, lightest rain

Can break the ground beneath my feet

And fill the very roots of me

With the tenderness I need.