Thursday, August 27, 2015

The Surprising Seed of Heaven


Poem by Mark Wilson  Photo by Hannah Wilson

Faith, the seed of heaven
planted by surprise in earthen soil.

The barren ground reluctantly invites, mostly disdains
this small possibility of hope.

Stirs slightly, irritated, yawns and then settles
back in lazy slumber mostly convinced
that the interruption is merely
a burial of another empty dream.

Entombed in heavy darkenss
the seed of heaven sings
as it reaches for a land beyond its grasp
and hopes for the hand of God it cannot see.

But no dark place can silence
the song of faith and hope.
And calloused soil cannot withstand
for long refreshing rains.

Slowly, steadily, the seed of heaven toils
upward, onward,
through the dark
towards heaven's gate.

Sometimes singing.
Sometimes sighing.
Always longing
for destiny awaits.

Heaven beckons,
Earth responds.
That is the order of
all created things.

The earthen tomb
becomes a womb
of life anew --
and resurrection!

A seed, a sprout, a stalk,
and then a slendid crimson flower
Blooming where it first began
it's morning hour.

Looking up to see the smile of God
Looking down upon the sordid place
from which it came.
And bearing precious treasure. . .

another measure . . . 
of the seed of heaven -- faith!

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