My Birth Day: A Spring Seed
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I am holding a bulb
cradling it with cupped hands
giving it warm breath in a creative cave of
hope
It's dark.
Protectively, my heart hovers
afraid to put it down.
Is it too early? Meant to be?
Maybe it's selfish
and will only yield a self-seeking flower,
Not life-giving
And to put it in soil?
Even so, I bury deep
cradling it with cupped hands
giving it warm breath in a creative cave of
hope
It's dark.
Protectively, my heart hovers
afraid to put it down.
Is it too early? Meant to be?
Maybe it's selfish
and will only yield a self-seeking flower,
Not life-giving
And to put it in soil?
Even so, I bury deep
in suffocating sameness
Will you laugh at foolish dreams that long
for mid-winter crocus?
What if rains fail?
Or the sun resists?
Or a hungry crow swoops and snatches the seed?
Or ugly thorns try and choke, choke, choke it out!?
"The seed is viable"
She whispers, "And it's your time
Will you laugh at foolish dreams that long
for mid-winter crocus?
What if rains fail?
Or the sun resists?
Or a hungry crow swoops and snatches the seed?
Or ugly thorns try and choke, choke, choke it out!?
"The seed is viable"
She whispers, "And it's your time
to BLOOM. . .
you cannot, will not return to me empty"
The Sacred Siren sings! Can you hear her call?
Mountain feet are dancing
Trees' hands are clapping
The melody is hope and joy and peace
"Risk everything, now! Unfurl, push up!
Bloom my beautiful flower, bloom."
The lyrics are steady, solicitous, sure, and I dare to reach, reach, reach
for the birthright She calls. . .
Spring
you cannot, will not return to me empty"
The Sacred Siren sings! Can you hear her call?
Mountain feet are dancing
Trees' hands are clapping
The melody is hope and joy and peace
"Risk everything, now! Unfurl, push up!
Bloom my beautiful flower, bloom."
The lyrics are steady, solicitous, sure, and I dare to reach, reach, reach
for the birthright She calls. . .
Spring
From 4 to 41! What a journey!
