The Seedling



Inside you

Lies a place

Safe and warm

Where the wounded children play

And the rain never falls

Hard on your face

And in that place

Joyful and quiet

Live the voices that speak to you


In the darkening night

Whispering words of consolation.

Small pieces of wisdom

Penetrate your thoughts

And fade at the dawn

In that place

Lies a seed of want

Eager to grow

To expand through your conscience

And into your heart

But beware

Of the consequence

As it fills your being

The seedling can make

You fulfill

Your dreams.