|Posted by Lorelie Autor on May 11, 2009 at 3:05 PM|
A Seed in Time
A seed held precious and cherished until
The universal gardener, the soil he did till
He thrust it beneath the surface of land
Where there in cold and darkness it did stand.
The tears of his love to water it did fall,
And soon there was felt the warmth of his call.
That tiny seed in dormancy lay,
Began to sink roots into the clay,
While upward there rose a strong little stalk
Drawn to the light where the gardener did walk
With all of its energy it soaked in the rain
So that from the sun its strength might obtain.
While it was growing the gardener did prune
Whatever had sprouted complete out of tune
That little fine shoot beside water it grew,
Until in good time, to its branches there flew
The birds of the heavens who took shelter therein
While below in its shadow, the animals made din.
And then one Spring the blossoms did appear
For all to see, to smell and to hear
Producing fruit that was so very good
To nourish all that understood
And then what did remain behind
For the gardener to hold - a new seed in time.
Joseph Palubeski, CR,1983