unless a grain
unless a grain
John 12: 20-33
why wait for death
to sweep you from the floor
before you shed the centred-self
that speeds you to her door?
why wait for death
to start to take apart
the closed and shuttered capsule
of your tightly guarded heart?
why wait for death
to lift you to a place
where you might see
the face of love
and know it as your own
eternal home?
why wait for death
while life demands release;
a long and fruitful burial
of all that hinders peace?
why wait for death
to live this hour?
© Jennie Gordon 2009 Used by Permission
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