A grain of corn
Though small and young you be
shall lie beneath
the rich dark earth to be
a formless body
buried there.
Rise from the grave
and shed that lifeless hull,
oh soul.
Bloom from the dust
of Ancient Earth
and grow
clothed in a robe of life
eternally.
Lord,
make me like a grain of corn.
Let your face shine through
the silver threads of rain
like sun,
and raise my soul again.
When in Death's silent reverie
I lie,
re-clothe my soul,
and let it never die.
Lorena Johnson
1954
Still good, 57 years later! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! You have been a poet for a long time!
ReplyDeletePoetry of hope!
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter Tom, Sandy and Mary! Thanks for the comment. I got to thinking, I wrote that in high school so it was 1953 instead of 54.
ReplyDeleteMemory is very slow nowadays.