A Little Here; A Little There

A Little Here; A Little There


Seeds come in all shapes & sizes
To have them nourished results in great prizes.

Whence did they come from you say
And where do they go?

From the source of the spirit,
Starting where the four winds blow.

Which seed is the word and which words are seed?
It is not for one to know, regardless of creed.

It is enough for this Harvester's work
To proceed ever onward - never to shirk.

If the desire strengthens to know what was planted
It is found within - only the covering is slanted.

There you will find the place of the seed,
Providing salvation in time of need.

What you do with the seed, is your choice to make
From thence is life - or death to take.

No doomsday prophet, is God's harvester,
But the rhythm of souls we come to pester.

Unease of the seed's words are accepted by fools,
As counter-active weapons - religion - their tools.

But these have weeds of a foul sower,
Not to lift up, but to bring others lower.

So you see without your desire of love,
Weeds will flourish, denying passage above.

What the seed produces, not what it is
Seeds have already been planted, from the poem of this…



Truemale
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