"the seed is the Word of God..." Luke 8:11
"The Seed"
A patch of earth in early spring,
a morn that piques the soul to sing,
a hoe to till and seed to fling,
and fall into the ground.
Those seeds who in their graves lie bound
while Day and Night do pass them o’er
while from the sky the rain doth pour
and at last, alone, they die.
Yet now doth life anew draw nigh
for rising from their place to lie
push through dark til lustrous light
cascades enraptured down.
All this reminds when Heavn’s Crown
was lower than the Angels made;
when God did smite with Judgement’s blade
His Son, Who in the earth was laid
and how the power of Death He stayed
when He rose forevermore.
