The shell of a tomb
indicative of death
yet becomes
the very cradle
of a new life

Fall from the branches heavy
spread your arms and surrender
Be sewn as a seed in silence
and let this earth reclaim you

The very wounds
in your side
Proof that you died
and that the seed
will rise
in time

Spirit of the stalk
pushing up to heaven
and ever toward
the sunlight
of places yet
unseen

and dreams
as yet
unknown

Dedicated to:
twenty34