St John of the Cross - Seeds
Some seeds beneath the earth are dormant. They fell the last time the cool air turned the leaves gold. those seeds have different needs than we do; let them go about their life completely unharmed by your views. We have cracked open, we sensed even beneath the Earth- the Holy was near, and are reaching up to know and claim light as our self. St John of the Cross Love Poems From God Twelve Sacred Voices from The East and West Daniel Ladinsky Sign in to see full entry.