Denise Bekker - : : : The Seed: : :

Planted deep beneath the earth,
hidden and out of sight.
In my turmoil, I need to birth,
and push towards the light.

Now just a tiny seed,
I do the light need.
In the womb of the earth,
my stature begins to grow.
A strength within begins to well.
By this I burst forth and begin to swell.

IT is so dark but warm down here.
Out of my husk I do break forth.
My vision is toward the North.
Through the earth I do push.
In my struggle there is a hush.

Tis my season to grow strong.
By God's Hand, I know He will help me along.
For I know what I will be...
not a vine, nor a stalk, but a mighty tree.

I can hear creation call, O nature.
That I into a mighty stature may mature.
Out ot the shadowy depths...
I break free,
to become that mighty tree...

Denise Bekker

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