The Seed’s Prayer
I would be grateful
for even a small place
in the work of the world.
I would transform myself
and become other
than what I am now.
I would shed the cotyledon shell
off my hardened heart,
and reach beyond its rooting darkness.
I know my plumate’s leafy purpose
and will play my role in perfect faith
as I take one last green stretch.
I was once the heart of a flower.
Now I will serve below the earth’s surface.
Before the flower freshly rises, I will be gone.
Spring has always been this way.
Lorrie Wolfe is an author, award-winning editor, and community organizer. She believes in the power of words to unite and move people. Read more.