seed sonnet

Seed Sonnet

If we could be conscious of just one small seed
We’d know the all of heaven contained there,
We’d know that we must all forthwith take heed
For that which germinates is beyond compare.
It is that most transcendent spark of all,
Which produces all within the mothering womb;
It is that which nothing ever can forestall
As it marches on and on from birth to tomb.
But even more than this it confounds our mind
That only dimly grasps, perhaps even less,
No matter how much sharp intellect seeks to find
Our mind at last must simply acquiesce.
So we of the seed should always stand in awe
To humbly acknowledge her mysterious and en-
compassing law.

ian joynson 2004