A Twig and A Prayer

On the forest floor, A Twig, I find
Time encapsulated, and, I pray
The Divinity of the Twig, transcends the scale, unspoken
Holding it in my hand, I say
Will you tell my story beyond ?

Only when you set me in a medium,
As is with All,
Like you, yourself in many waves to travel
and me, myself, travel the surf and all
I shall grow to tell the story beyond.

To you and it, what is the story to tell.
No time encapsulated, but free to flow,
My Glory you shall forever bask
In every fold and every turn, there you shall all....
live and tell My Story ...to go beyond