The Seed That’s In Me
There is a seed
Within my breast
That cries for water
To be blest
A secret seed
Whose flower has blown
A blossom whose time
Has come and gone
And left behind
A seed forlorn
Awaiting now
To be reborn
I feel it’s heartbeat
Deep within me
Pulsing strong
To start, begin me
How I yearn
To let it grow
Burst it’s shell
And let it flow
Heed it’s need
A constant yearning
To sing its song
Set a burning
When I let it loose
And its gone a winging
Is that all there is
Or a new song singing?
There is a seed
A burning ember
In you and me
Something remembered
Of who we are
A thing unflowered
A majestic being
A thing of power
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