How shall the mighty river reach the tiny seed?
See it rise silently to the sun’s yearning,
sail from a winter’s cloud
flake after silent flake
piling up layer upon layer
until the thaw of spring
to meet the seedling’s need.
Make tender, Lord, my heart:
released through gentleness
Thine own tremendous power
hid in the snowflake’s art.
–Antoinette Adam, in Earth Prayers From Around The World, p. 326
