Every green soul

Every green soul                                                                                              
 
Deeply buried, this seed in the soil,
so hard, so small, so self-contained.
 
If it’s ever known moisture, ever known
light and greenness, they are far from it now,
 
merely rumors in the dark. 
Yet it hears above, every now and then,
 
what seems like the whisper of distant rain;
imagines, perhaps, a descending warmth; 
 
senses the season’s change.
But it’s difficult to keep your faith and heart
 
while essentially ignorant of your own potential,
the elements inherent within you
 
and the outward forces, prearranged and aligned,
inexorably pulling you up to the groundbreaking –
 
there to flower in the quiet warmth, the light;
to know at last the storybook ending –  
 
the fragrance, savor and sight
of the fruit you were ever destined to bear.
 
O child of God, in your Father’s garden surely
there is a place prepared for every green soul.