Poem: The Seed
“Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
And up there grew a flower
That others called a weed.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
That yellow flower they called a weed
Grew from a seed called my need
Which in that hour of golden glow
Was a gift of wisdom, of words we know
Thrown to the earth from my aching heart
Watered by tears I’d had to part
Here grew a thought, a plant so fine
With leaves of silky texture mine
That flower of joy of love of me
Those petals of gold the sun did see
To share to offer and give away
From pain was born this warm new day.