by: Shirley Satterfield
The Seed💫 ⭐️
You can bury a star-seed
Deep into the miry ground.
You can put one in a silent tomb,
But you cannot keep one down.
They will spring up to meet the midnight sky,
Although you make a star-seed cry
With an avalanche of unkind words
Which will never make one die.
They will spring up
From the silent grave
From which there is no sound.
They will spring up
To wear God’s starry crown.
The silent tomb
Only proves to be
The star-seed’s succoring womb
From which heaven’s life resounds.