A Child Poem by AHO Speaks

Kernels not nourished lie asleep
A mind silent in the miraculous deep
Seeds must lie in soft pliant soil waiting
It is God's time; not dormant or abating.

Each seed requires rain, soil and blest to grow
Exposed to the creator in tides to come and go
We have it when we have it and so the feeling
To savor the fruitful truth; as revealing.

Soon life to savor while waiting for God's sun
A gift blest with spiritual energy from the holy one
We must take what we receive
Gifts of life and a strong faith to believe.

From the creator our universe has come
A world can never be a world without the gift of a sun
Neither a soul against itself will it lie
Else the words sour and we all will die.

Our belief is within ourselves and with the one true, loving, God
A creator greater than love and we; but shadows in the sod.

10-28-05 Aho Speaks