Day 771: Tuesday, April 26, 2022

A poem shared by Marcie Dahlen

May we raise children

who love the unloved

things – the dandelion, the

worms and spiderlings.

Children who sense

the rose needs the thorn

& run into rainswept days

the same way they

turn towards sun…

And when they’re grown &

someone has to speak for those

who have no voice

may they draw upon that

wilder bond, those days of

tending tender things

and be the ones.

—Nicolette Sowder 2019 “Soulseeds” post