Magnet Pulling
Today, I have the sense of the sprouted seed
Long in darkness, somnolent, confined
Suddenly pushed through the wet resistant earth
Popped to the wide blue of the roaring sky!
Blazing and warm and mellowing, the sun
Draws me, magnet--pulling--
There is only the upward, outward thrust--
Surge, our pulse, our beat and loving--
Flamboyant, new, this
Camouflage of foliage--
Does it belong to me? And what
of this heavy, bursting seedling
Inside?
"O Lord, how manifold thy works!
In wisdom hast thou made them all!"
-Mona C. Hull, Ph. D.
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