The Question
The sweat dripped on the soil
As the seed was set in the ground
It is with deliberate toil
That life’s constraints unwound
The seed sat on the shelf
Patiently, silently awaiting touch
Dormant and dead but full of health
Thought not to amount to much
But then the hand reached up high
And took the see from place of rest
And under the clouds and deep blue sky
It took it to the eager earth – so blessed!
And as the hand covered the seed with care
- Like a mother a nestling babe asleep
The earth responded with a life to bear
To light to reach from covered deep
The question is a simple one –
Without the hand the seed still would sit
But how was the race to life now won,
By the hand or by the grit?
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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