I was given a seed OR the difficult recipe for fruit

Revision, January 28, 2021

“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” John 12:24

one seed
one death
a prospect of new life
of new mornings from fresh mourning
if first, I make it through good-bye

–through this night, through

this winter
past this future I remember
past this future’s cooling embers.

Like a phoenix from the ashes, I asked Him,
can it rise again?

Like a thunderbird, won’t You make rain pour down
and turn this barren land to bear that fruit
of all I’d hoped could be?

And God answered me.

He said: My dear, can these bones live?

I asked this same question of Ezekiel
in the valley years ago.
‘O Lord God, you know,’ my servant answered me,
and death to life, I sowed.

I am the God that harvests where no, I did not plant.
I am the God of dead bones rising,
I am God Almighty,
omnipotent. And

–it may be his heart will change.
And that yours may well change too.

No matter what the future holds, remember: I hold you.
And you hold this seed
of all you’ve seen and known and learned between you two.
This germ is yours to plant, to grow and bear the life I hope for you.

So, rest your eyes and rest your mind, and
lay this seed to rest here too.
I hope that you might trust me, dear.

Please, won’t you let me transform you?

my seed’s
one death–
a prospect of new life
of fresh mercies with new mornings
if first, I make it through this night

Copyright © 2021 A.M. Wilsonne

Behind the Revision


Original poem published November 18th, 2020

“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” John 12:24

Two seeds
Two deaths
Two chances for new life
Two mournings toward two mornings
if first, she makes it through this night

–this winter
the looks of a lifeless stump
the future she remembers
a future’s cooling embers

like a phoenix from ashes?! she asks Him,
can it rise again?
like a thunderbird, won’t You make rain fall
and turn this barren land to bear that fruit?
of all I’d hoped could be?

And God answered:

Son of man, can these bones live? I asked Ezekiel
in the valley years ago
O Lord God, you know, my servant answered
and death to life, I sowed

I am the God that harvests, where no, I did not plant.
I am the God of dead bones rising.
I am the God of never-spent.

Maybe dear, his heart will change.
But maybe yours will too.

Let this seed I gave you die then
to bear the life I hope for you.

Let these seeds I gave you die, dear.
Close your eyes, dear.
Please, let me transform you.

Two seeds
Two deaths
Two chances for new life
Two mournings toward two mornings
if first, she makes it through the night.

Copyright © 2021 A.M. Wilsonne

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