In the dirt

Oh, Holy Creator

Plant me in the dirt

Tuck me in tight

Down below the frost

Where there is no light

My eyes no longer to see

All the things

I think I want ever so badly

There may I die

Not desperate and pining

For how could there be any more tears to cry

Resting in the dark liminal space

Trusting

As I learn to gaze upon only your face

As you tend

And nurture

Water and mend

Belonging only to you

My bosom friend

Always true

How tall will I grow

How high and far and wide will I reach

It is not for me to know

Oh, planter of seeds

Keeper of all things

Clear the soil above my head of all the weeds

I only know

That my roots are going down deep.