“I am growing,
I am growing
this hardy flower, me.

Straining through
the muck and weeds
in my struggle
to be free.

A glimmer
through the darkness
glowing faintly
from above.

I am reaching,
I am reaching
toward Your light,
Your love.

The promise
of Your Word
where my fragile
roots take hold,

brings forth a bud
of hope, of hope…
of freedom, yet untold.”

~ Barbara A. Mccabe