While I know all of us don’t share the same religious paths, there is a wonderful pledge by Debra Nussbaum Cohen that really touches me. Call it a poem, a prayer, a reflection or whatever suits your nature.
We did not plant you,
True.
But when the season is done,
When the alternate prayers
For the sun and for rain are counted,
When the pain of weeding
And the pride of watching are through,
We will hold you high.
A shining leaf
Above the thousand seeds grown wild
Not by our planting,
But by heaven.
Our harvest.
Our own child.
- Debra Nussbaum Cohen
