If I Believe
Cradled in this mustard seed,
tiny spark to giant tree.
There’s mountain moving magic inside of me.
Faith so small, ready to grow free.
Tiny spark to giant tree
not precocious, not demanding—
faith. So small. Ready to grow. Free.
needing patience, understanding.
Not precocious. Not demanding—
a seed that roots and puts out leaves—
needing patience. Understanding
pick up your mountain and throw it into the sea.
A seed that roots and puts out leaves,
if I believe. If I believe,
pick up your mountain and throw it into the sea!
Would you believe? Would you believe,
if I believe? If I believe,
cradled in this mustard seed—
would you believe? Would you believe
there’s mountain moving magic inside of me!
Kristen lives her writing and illustrating dream before dawn’s early light in Lake Ariel, PA, penning YA/NA and PB manuscripts in an old-fashioned notebook. She has a rhyme forthcoming in Highights High Five and can be found tweeting @KCStrocchia, and blogging and tweeting about multiculturally diverse voice at www.voxsnatcher.wordpress.com and @voxsnatcher.