Seed Song by Bride Alona McWilliam

Seed Song

Bride Alona McWilliam

Now the seeds that in late summer, 

Under the pressure of Sun,

burst forth from the Blossom

have found their resting place;

cold, dark, still, in the Earth they lie, 

Enveloped by snow.

 

I waken!

Waken to the seed song, 

The flame, the kernel,

The silent prayer within— 

That we fallen stars

Are always praying…

 

Artist and poet Bride Alona McWilliam currently lives in Denver, Colorado. She wonders how to bridge the gap between inner and outer and is so grateful to have Eurythmy/ Eurythmy Therapy as her profession. bridemcw@comcast.net