​"From Darkened Sod"

by Brian G. Daigle 
​
Through darkened sod 
The bud bursts forth. 
In shadowed soil 
The roots grow deep. 

There was no light 
Where seed first broke. 
But holy water 
Needs no help. 

Dormant though 
In full solitude,
Through seminal strength 
The seed's faith presses on. 

It could not know 
That all about,
Above this dampened,
Blackened ground,

There is a field 
Of flowers bright 
Whose own beginning 
Was the same. 

And now the bud 
Has ascended upward,
We await the bloom 
Of deeper love.