EARS TO HEAR AND EYES TO SEE

EARS TO HEAR AND EYES TO SEE
(Spenserian Sonnet)

Roger A. Davis

We were two seeds upon the trodden ground
And separated by the stream and pod
A crow swept down and we were dinner bound
But our two pods fell back to the good sod

Our souls did dare to ask, “Is this His rod?”
For we laid together knowing we were to die
We dared to ask, “Is this the hand of God?”
Our struggle was for each to say good-bye

“But Fear, Death’s life work is not to pry
Its work has brought about our roots so deep
And now the birds will sit on us and try
To feed upon the fruit we bear and keep”

“O Lord, some fall upon the rock and thorn!”

“But, Dear, Your God raises these who you mourn”