The Outer Dead
This time of year,
When season springs so near,
farmers,
gardners,
horticulture want-to-bes
gather near the seed stands,
contemplating the layout of the lands,
imagining HGTV landscaping styles,
looking upon those cute seed packages simply beguiled.
Time s l o w down.
Take those
seconds,
minutes,
escapes in time,
to comtemplate,
reflect,
absorb
what those plants, flowers, shrubs, tree were
before they are.
Simply a seed.
Wrapped in a dead husk indeed.
A covering to be cast away,
Released,
Denied,
Overcome,
As Life gives life to life.
Before the seed,
the husk.
Before life,
The Life.
Then,
life abounds,
grows,
florishes,
expands into an explosion of colors.
Green.
Yellow.
Orange.
Red.
White.
Green.
All because, the husk died.
All because, Life gave life to life.
May we be that seed.
Husks receed.
A life freed.
Indeed.
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