The Seed
My skin is peeled to the bone
No one recognizes me
No one knows me
Can you
Will you
See me
The marrow bleeds
Looking deep inside
Invisible to the naked eye
A seed
But I don’t see
Stone ground is the love I share
No one is fair to me
No one cares for me
Can you
Will you
Help me
The dust blows
Looking deep inside
Invisible to the naked eye
A seed
But I don’t see
An earthquake shatters the truth
The ground knocks out my feet
Vultures circle over me
My stomach growls
But there’s nothing to eat
Looking inside
I see – A Seed
Standing to see better
I watch it sprout within me
Hearing distant thunder
I know there must be water
Washing my feet in a puddle
I feel better
Planted
A fruit vine grows within
I believe
Oh God – Please
Forgive me
Give me this chance
Let me just be a branch
The fruit of the vine becomes me
And overcomes me
Full – I share
Because I care
By: Roger Harkness
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Found in my poetry collection. I can’t remember when or why I wrote this, but I’m like, wow, I wrote this. Enjoy!
Love Roger