Every Blade of Grass

Every blade of grass has its Angel 
that bends over it 

and whispers, 
"Grow, grow."

                                                                                            - THE TALMUD

Can you hear your Angel whispering?
Nudging you to grow
Towards your greatness,
Towards your light?

I wonder, can you hear her?
And does it send chills down your spine?






These days, for me, the whispers are getting louder
and louder still.
And when I take a moment to acknowledge
that I am surrounded
by angels and guides and great sources of inspiration
who know far more than me
how this will all play out,
I feel a sense of peace

deep down to my core.

The chill down my spine is my intuition waking.

Small miracles stir in my subconscious.

If I were a blade of grass

I'd be unfurling, 

reaching skyward

to answer the call.