Drops of Color/ Dazzling Kernels
Drops of Color
Dazzling Kernels
The field was endless.
Stepping into one of the rows,
I softly made my way.
The stalks reached toward the clouds.
I crossed over into another row.
Time passed.
I lost any sense of direction
—the sun, my guiding post.
Here I was in
a corn field.
I thought I heard
a crackle, then a pop.
Sitting in the middle
of this pleasant abundance,
I glanced noticing an ear.
Something , someone pulled it back.
Bright yellow dazzling kernels
layered like the rows I
had been traversing.
I reached to pull it from
its coat of green leafy sheaves.
Suddenly, it was as if
my ‘reach’ held in time.
I heard, ‘Let me live long enough to die—
let my seeds fall, planting themselves…
let the birds carry them off, dropping a few
as they soar…’
See, see this pattern ‘in’ life…
Born from seed
—bursting from a sack.
Life, a harvest waiting
to be lived out.
Closure, returning to Earth—
Death
—it is not an end
as we have been
led to believe
—it is a beginning
into NEW tomorrows.
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