ruin

ruin  

I always imagined

ruin’s touch

to be harsh  

but it was like a hand

on my shoulder

gently pushing me down  

I always imagined

the ground to be cold  

but it was to envelop me

like a mother  

surrounded

by unquestionable arms

I was down  

I was part of the earth

Multi-media collaboration that uses this poem 

reducing  

I am a seed in God’s hand  

I can barely see now  

but have felt both the sun and the rain

as my heart burning  

my real tears  

and with every day

I was reducing  

I was becoming only one thing  

knowing only one thing  

that God would bury me  

and the time came  

this  

He whispered  

is the only way to live 

SEED  

time advances stronger than an army ready to strike

cut me down to the ground

where I now live and am like a seed being covered

dug into soil

yes it starts long before the final burial

but there are no witnesses for this  

to be born you die  

my Father said  

be as a seed into the ground  

wait there in the great sleep underground 

 to live  

descend  

die 

so you can become like me

 who you sought when it was day