Planting Seeds
The ground below me
Is soft, rich soil
Where I’ve planted seeds-
And shall be loyal
In my daily routine
Of tending the ground,
Pulling up weeds,
Praying for rain
To christen the deeds
In growing something
Beautiful with the
Help of the sun
Blessed by
The moments
Where we have
All sung --about life
So delicate and new...
When it has just
Miraculously
Begun.
Julie Pisacane © 2011
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