The Sandalwood Tree
written by: Charlie Bottle
In the new moon's darkest hour,
the seed giver
pressed and planted me a seed
in the darkest darkness,
of a freezing vernal earth.
With warm tears, He soaked me
with sweet grace, He nourished me,
in the hard earth I grew in favor,
and in my soul, a longing awoke,
to make sweet, the bitterness,
of denigration and hatred,
to make hope spring from the earth,
and grow as the shoots of love,
I became his sandalwood tree,
which gives its fragrance freely.
Hence, I brood not over today,
for hope works in my darkness,
nor worry I, for tomorrow,
for inspiration he has birthed,
and the gardener sees,
beyond my outgoing aura,
he sees all that I can be,
and all that I have become,
that his love tends me to be,
a strong, fragrant, sandalwood tree.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
A seed is planted in the darkness of the earth and germinates in darkness.
The gardener who planted it alone knows what it will become.