seeds

take them in your hand
spilling over
through trembling fingers they pour
sliding, one over another
smooth brown seed coats
flow

broadcast them wide
sweeping out
let them fly through open hands
released, a gift
cotyledon-encased embryos
sow

wait for them now
taking root
in rich soil while your hands, empty
fold and rest
know that where you cannot see, they
grow

 

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  • October 15, 2012 at 6:59 pm
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    Oh friend, sorry I missed this last week. I especially like the last two lines… for how they speak Truth and wrap up the planting process.

    Blessings.

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