Into each life
you drop
sweet seeds of being:
dark and light,
wet and dry,
lush and sparse
contained,
confined;
the tension
of the opposites designed
to burst thin husks of wonder;
to expose
the fragile heart within
to deep rich grace; the loam
that surrounds, and grounds
and nurtures each living soul.
1 comment:
This is a lovely poem and image, Diane.
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