Held

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I find beauty within

the small mustard seed,

held in the heart of Him.

Skies above 

envelop His peace.

I will always hold a smile,

for I love my neighboring seeds,

as He loves me.

For as He forgave us,

the wings of birds

keep their course,

within the hands

of the only true Keeper.

Each sacred breath,

all in the glory

of His name.