Let It Be

The gardener pondered:

“A caterpillar has no thought
to leap off some leaf. Yet
when its Creator vivifies
life's essence inside,
It wanders off to a quiet place
as if to say, "Let it be”:
Yields breath, water, clay to be moulded,
fashioned by the art of God.
Its essence waits actively-passive 
inside a pupa gilded with gold, 
receives an imprint from Christ’s fingers -
an unhoped for transformation.”

Then as he pruned a wintering tree
he prayed, “Let it be”.

© Craig A Roberts, 2023
Celtic Advent

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