Eternal Life is Sown

4/6/02

Joy has fled from me relentless Death

Who sets the seal of sorrow on my soul

And now in pain I draw each laboured breath

For one I love your ruthless cunning stole.

While yet in fairest bloom you cut her down

O ploughman harrowing the fields of life,

Pariah of God, nothing do you own

But residue of agony and strife,

For spirit soars beyond your outstretched hand

To rest in stellar avenues of peace

In realms of luminosity shall stand

One day to break your fateful scythe, and cease

To feed your hunger or your endless greed.

Eternal life is sown within your seed.