In winter in summer spring or fall
,
Let me grow Deep,
growing deep is all
Whether there be fruit or friend nearby
Solitary
As can be
In a storm of biting cold
Not a stir of a breath in the environs around
Except the sound of twigs falling
Dried and cracked from The winter's bound
Purpose or no
Sails full
or flagging
Let me grow deeper and nearer to where
Hidden rivers bubble and well
Ever closer
Gradual closer inching every day
Every year gaining but a yard
Hands reaching ever grasping
Forward, onwards
To the hidden secret of who You are
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