09 Jul 2011
Tags: acceptance, Arts, child, childhood, death, growth, Happiness, inspiration, life, Literature, new shoots, Online Writing, Poetry, potential, Religion and Spirituality, self-growth, spring, Thursday short story slam, writing, Zen
In the darkness of the earth
None shall see the sun,
And yet it is there:
Waiting, wondering when growth will come.
In the pitch of night,
Nothing is more certain
Than light will crack the dark,
A pendulum that must swing up
As surely as down,
A child that must grow
As surely as we must die,
And if the seed of death is carried by life,
Then death must usher in new life;
A potential bursting into being,
Rocks tumbling down a hill.
Let us not rejoice in the hidden acorn,
Nor the mighty oak we may one day be,
But the first green shoots of morning,
The dew not yet trampled,
By the Kingdom of the dawn.