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“every expression of the will of God is in some sense a ‘word’ of God and therefore a ‘seed’ of new life.”

(Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation)

The hand that sows knows not

what seeds may grow, rise rife

with life, burrowing blackness

in God’s own time to root, stem

and shoot together.

Nosing clean from ground’s grave

they bear up bravely, eating earth away

denouncing dark with a blind might

in one last germinating gasp

break fast into morning light.