Song of a Wheat Plant

author’s note:

If I thought my poems were only about my own life, I wouldn’t bother.


SONG OF A WHEAT PLANT

I can’t escape the scythe
I can not avoid the millstone

but I can sing
when the cut sears--sing
as I’m ground down fine:

sing not only of pain
but also of joy--
sing the song
of the happy sacrifice

because
without this crucifixion
from blade and stone
I would not rise.

© 2019, Michael R. Patton
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