Surrounded. Your breath draws hope from the deep, dark places of our being, Springing up and up and through our veins; filtering to the extent of who we are. Satisfaction blossoms to promise; to future. To overflowed abundance, As continual flow of strength pulses to laughter and joy. Bursting with life. The season comes, the season goes. It repeats again. But this remains … In the cool of the day we are always found, In the storm or stillness, we delight in being known, Resting forever in this place of sweet assurance. We are seen. We are rooted. We are loved.