Peace
The seed sown
in arid soil,
which sprouts and grows.
Roots spread,
Releasing fertility
Into the earth.
The seedling grows,
And little tended,
Bears ripened fruit.
The fruit falls and,
Finding now fertile soil
Grows tall and strong -
A shelter for all who pass.
And in finding shelter,
They are inspired
To sow the seed
In their own arid ground.
I will speak,
I will sow,
I will nourish,
It will grow,
It will spread,
We will know.
(copyright 2007)
Friday, May 13, 2011
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