On Sunday, poet Elizabeth Meade, recited several of her poems in worship.  A hush fell upon the congregation as she shared these words.

Way of Small Warriors

I want to be like grass
growing through cracks in the concrete
reaching for the light,
even
when sitting in darkness.
by Elizabeth Meade

Konni Wells illustrated the poem.

I weep with love for all the times we are like grass pushing up the concrete.