Reach

A seed lies dead and buried within the frost-cracked earth
And stirs itself beneath a Spring Sun’s call for birth
An orphan sprout abandoned to tramplings underfoot
Begins its great ascent with fresh purpose and new root
Branches are extending to the invitation of embrace
From starshine far beyond, far above their lowly place
Every blossom, every bloom of every color is outstretched
Nothing spared, nothing clutched, all open-handed in the quest

Unrequited in all ventured, estranged with nothing gained
Because in every year, and with every seed, it’s just the same
For all our wild world’s hurricanes, all its torrential monsoons,
It still spends its all-self thirsting and breaks itself to croon
But a drip of what’s beyond, but a drop of love above
Our tongues reach out to taste all the sweet fullness of its love
Let tongues know this one comfort, when dry from taste and speech:
That one day that calling light will speak himself within your reach