The Seed has
Fallen. A Reflection on John 12:20-33
William
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The seed has
fallen.
For a moment
I saw it lying upon the earth,
But now it
is gone,
Disappeared in
the dark earth,
Hidden from
view,
Invisible in
the depths,
As though
swallowed up
Under the trampled
earth,
My trampling,
My seeking,
My looking.
Let it go.
It is but a
seed,
Irrecoverable
in the silence of death,
The silence
of death which lies beneath our feet.
And if I wait
or return to this place,
It may come
again with angels,
Pressing upward
to embrace the light
And smile new
beginnings to the sky.
And from my
feet
I would feel the
new life rising up
Through my
body,
Filling my
heart,
Giving life
to my breathing,
Turning my
mind to peace and love,
Rising beyond
me to celebrate hope,
To push
aside the powers of injustice,
To proffer
the birds a shelter,
A place of
renewal,
A place of
feeding,
Nourished with
new seed,
The mystery
of grace.
“Sir, we
wish to see Jesus.”