The Seed of Sorrow
Donald P. Goodman III
Version 1.0,
Just as we see the growth from tiny seed
which falling to the ground, must fight to die
against the tyrant wind; it there must lie,
in fear that bird or beast it soon will feed,
or that it's overshadow'd by some weed;
and so against the world it's doom'd to vie,
until, at length, it offers up a sigh,
and giving up the ghost, it dies indeed;
so we must sorrow, though too often we
wish only growth and flourishing to seek;
but ere we can be strong, we must be weak;
we must be broken ere we heal'd can be.
For death alone can make the seed to grow;
so sorrow only can make joy to flow.