The yellow seed
once rested in the cob of corn
Surrounded
by a leathery husk
Summer gave
way to Autumn leaves
Soon the
seed plummeted to the ground
Death
overshadowed it
The cold air
breathed over it
Then rain
and sun took their turns
Death gave
way to life
And the small
seed sprouted
Over time
the plant matured
It gave
birth to two cobs
And multiple
seeds then festooned both of them
Our faith is
like a seed
We must die
to ourselves
To bring
forth a harvest
Are you
ready to dive into the soil
To produce
multiplied fruit
Obedience to
and oneness with the Master
Is the only
way
Happy
harvest
