The Mystery Of Our Faith... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

the seed
has to be buried
and time
caresses it
silence mourns
the sky cries
sheds rains for
no one minds
this symbolism
of our faith
until the seed
the top of the soil
as one begins
to see the sprouting

it is alive
it is alive!

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 1, 2015

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