Earth's crammed with Heaven and every common bush afire with God
But only those who see take off their shoes
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries

Emily Dickinson

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Quality Seed

 I decided to play with simple poetry this week.
What is sown is perishable;
what is raised is imperishable.
It is sown in dishonor;
it is raised in glory.
It is sown in weakness;
it is raised a spiritual body. I Cor. 15:42


Soul winter.
seed laid to rest
below, alone
lifeless
cold, gritty dark
imprisoned? embraced.
promise
hope hidden
embryo sheltered
sun and rain
and resurrection
inevitable

unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone John 12:24





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