I opened my hand and closed my eyes and ask to hold my dreams.
I felt three drops fall in my palm and dropped my gaze to see.
Perplexed and amazed as I looked down,
I saw three little seeds.
Written on them a tiny script in golden lettering.
I took them home and planted them in a tidy tiny row
I watered them each thoughtfully and waited for them to grow.
Not knowing what would come of it, I thought of many things.
Maybe gold and silver or sparkly diamond rings.
Six months went by and then a year, seeing nothing of my dreams, I kept up the watering, as unlikely as it seems.
And then one day I went outside and fell upon my knees
Those three seeds had sprouted up and grown inside of me.
The dreams that I had asked for without knowing what they’d be, turned out to be blessing called mercy, peace and humility.