By Raymond Funk
Does the seed rejoice
when it loses sight of light?
When it is buried
slowly
underneath the earth?
Comfort
in its dark embrace?
Does it understand?
Holy mystery;
potential release;
hull shudder,
creaking,
cracking in the unseen?
Does it feel life’s pull?
Push towards the warmth,
the calling of sun?
Burrow deeper in,
deeper
down
into the richness, the intimate earth?
Pathways through sky and stone,
we push ever further,
into unknown, with unseen force
into the depths and into the heights,
light displays our growth
as darkness conceals it’s source.
