if a seed dieth, it bringeth forth much fruit

3/1/2004 4:01 AM

loved
this stem grew
quickly, up it sprang in haste

withering in the muffling heat
these dreams sagged, and fell
listless

but in heaviness
moist, warm currents of air
make seeds drop, and suddenly

these roots live again
but now leaves grow in shade
of that old life, now dying
for a second chance

giving
so that newer chances
might live better, longer, fuller, righter

and truly
this is love
this is sacrifice
that every dream
every drop of life
be given
for this
for you...
a friend.