To the Wanderer, to make much of Seattle (My Herrick imitation...in title only): For Angela's departure

Dearest lover of quiet moments,
and the movements of the unseen.

I pray your roots lock into the Seattle soil.
Let them grow deep,
let them be exposed to the elements.

You are such a beautiful sprout,
allow yourself to flourish.

Let the birds flutter around you,
take root so the creatures of the earth
can shade themselves
beneath you.

Continue to love Him in the unreserved, fierce way you have.

So much is before you,

        "stretch beyond what limits you."