Sunday - Sustain
my God, my soil deepened richly sustains me in eloquent silence for there I learned though death did speak to my hate-filled waiting heart that my life must be worth the gold I weigh and more for a man, a man with love who knew me not two thousand years of fated human history ago a man who loved his mother his friends though fraught with lies and complications a man of love worth more than I could ever know died so that I might live and that life not worth living as slowly as an orchard grew with strength and depth and breadth living, breathing, ever changing to bear the fruit of unknown destiny all for the living dust of one man's flesh enraptured in the resurrection and grateful be this little seed for the death which brings new life