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Saturday, June 11, 2016

The Seed - A Poem by Moe


enchanted king for queens
has all but come undone
with all the love he brings
rehearsed up to the son

to fashion lace and thread
creating something more
a meat replacing bread
a deeper place to bore

what more is there to light
through irises so fine
to stare would cost him sight
such thresholds are divine

in part his eyes do see
as only humans can
what's left is up to Thee
to speak into his plan

for all he wants is pure
at most to understand
the cage he deemed a lure
reveals an open hand

instinctive is it's grace
for more than just a need
with fashioned thread and lace
now more than just a seed...

~Moses

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