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Little Seed

My prayer is this

When you are buried down deep

In the cold dark


And your body is breaking open

That my voice will come to you

Like rain to the seed

My eyes, the light

And my arms, the soil’s embrace

That the sustenance

The nurture

Of my love will find you there

It was never mine to hide you

Life alone buries all

But that you will know

The one who revives

And remember your own name

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