Thriving Kernels

Scary at first,Being small and alone,Not knowing which way to grow,where to turn....

Sometimes it was hot,A toasty burn--then wind broughtlaughing rain--tempting death,swirling rings of the insane.Then blindingheavy snow made me sag.And though youngI felt like a hag.


The hostile came stomping my heart,they didn’t careif I fell apart.
But I had hope,An innate survival mechanismhelped me cope. Something deeper kept me alive
and a seedling of faithmade me survive.




Poem and primitive illustrations by Eve Gaal


May you always thrive!