Hidden in the earth
a seed waits, drinking darkness.
Conceived on a summer day
when the sun suckled the earth,
fruit of wanton flowers frolicking
with passionate, hungry bees,
a seed in the womb of winter
might feel lost and forgotten.
But no,
the earth is not a grave;
it is your swaddling clothes.
Trust in the darkness,
trust in your quiescent potential
that holds all in its nothingness.
Spring will come,
and the light of lengthening days
will coax the glory of God
from the seedpod
and beckon you to itself.
The Kingdom of Enough 
to “Trust in the darkness” is a crucial teaching on this earthly plane; “to trust in our quiescent potential that holds all in its nothingness” just about sums up our reason for being alive.
Your language is so eloquent, powerful and yet so gentle a reminder of essential truths. Thank you, once again, for this beautiful poem of companionship on the journey.
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