by Aileen Urquhart
How frail a grain you seem. My cruel need
Has crushed you lifeless. What is there to see?
Husk, hanging, caught on quartered tree.
Shell, split, disintegrated seed.
And am I happy now? A god am I?
What sweet revenge to have you in my power!
But no. The cup I brew is black and sour,
And I am darker than a blind man’s eye.
Come…. back….. My nothingness I own.
You ….gone….. I am all alone.
But look! What cosmic shining shakes the night
Awake. What harvest feasts my hungry gaze.
With rich and golden beauty you amaze
The waiting world. I tremble in your light.
Oh I am happy now, You are my Lord.
Your sweet forgiveness holds me in your power.
I drink your cup of life, and find in our
Reunion, my integrity restored.
In you, in you, all we frail seeds of earth
Find life, death, and glorious new birth.