seeds on rocky ground

Seeds that fall on rocky ground
still strive and strain to burst forth green
and shed their tight confinement, 

but they might feel the curse of Cain
as spores spill, muting tongues that
parched and exiled go unquenched;

for voice was made to sing His praise
and hands designed to write; all built
to utter adoration.

When tongues grow mute, and eyes go blind
to beauty and its source; when legs
grow weary and hearts are faint

then sainted seeds will praise with just
the broken husk, their final breath
an exhale of music from within.

Liz McFadzean