Seed

At this spot the spring runs smooth
It spreads thickly across the ground
And it nourishes the soil
It kisses the embedded seed
Breathing inspiration to it’s core
It lies suspended,
Held between what is and what will be.
Agitated by the twisting, pulling
Of the roots that push it deeper.
The roots that hold it steady,
As it waits with baited breath
Anticipating…

The explosion
The eruption
Rends it in two
And it rises to the surface,
Fighting upwards,
Holding tightly to the past
Reaching for destiny.
It springs forth
Coiled too long
It tastes the sweet release
Breath held for far too long
It’s gasping, reaching, pushing
Smelling earth, wanting sky

PUSH!
Feel the sharp intake of air.
The violent breath that is life.
And relish the victory
Celebrate your arrival
But do not stop
Strain to rise higher.
Taste the fragrant air,
But know the trappings of earth
The hold that threatens to overwhelm you.
Fight against it,
Reach to touch the sky.
Strain upwards to kiss the Son.