Raise your eyes, little one.

Own no shame

for what your world has done –

battered and bruised,

torn, shattered, forsaken,

you hold within your bosom

the ultimate treasure.

Let go, little one.

Let the seeds borne through

heat and drought,

flood and famine,

drop

one

by

one.

Your beauty has faded,

but your heart will live on.

The seed planted in you

has been multiplied

like loaves and fishes;

your sacrifice

has purchased

increase.

So

raise your eyes to heaven,

where your seeds

will settle like dew

as angels reap

what you have sown.