I had a special seed
of something that I really wanted to keep
I was advised that
Seeds are best saved
When buried in the ground.
They don’t save for long on a shelf
just sitting around.
That seemed unclean
and a bit mean
But I took the advice
and buried the seed
Now I have nothing in my hands
to show for it
I tried digging around to make sure
my seeds were safe
but they were not
They seemed busy
dying
and cracking open
and bringing forth new life
and can do nothing but wait
I water
and I point the sun where to shine
as if it looks at fingers
like mine
And I just wait with nothing
in my empty hands
Until the plant bears fruit
and I’ll have dozens or hundreds of seeds
To save
by using
to keep
by losing
- March 26, 2013
By Jenica Halula
I discovered this poem recently when I was trying to find a different poem on my computer. I never found the other one, but since today is the very day (three years ago) this poem was penned, and since it relates to Easter (as I know it) so well, I thought the most appropriate thing to do would be copy, paste and post.