I Was a Seed
Brian Ens is running the show at dVerse Poets Pub today and is asking us to write a poem in any form. The catch? We have to explain why we chose the form that we did.
I decided to write a Rondeau. I selected this form because it is a bit irregular in that each stanza has a different number of lines, it includes an element of repetition (which I like to do anyway in my poetry), and the iambic tetrameter requirement fit the first line I wanted to write. This poem was inspired by a Facebook post of a Mexican proverb that says, “They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.” This proverb reminded me of John 12:24.
I Was a Seed
You tried to bury me in shame
Obliterate my holy name
You didn’t know I was a seed
You buried me and I was freed
In my dark grave the Savior came
So now in Him new life I claim
Bold and strong I grow, not the same
You thought I was only a weed
You tried to bury me
As if emerging from the flame
Wholly knowing I’m not to blame
Glad because of your dirty deed
Content that I’m a sprouted seed
Thankful your actions did not maim
When you tried to bury me
Share this:
To bury a human soul and heart..
away from expressing
spirit.. is to maim
a love of life
so great
that death
is truth in life..
To raise alive
is to
come again
in living glory
of sacred love..:)
I love the analogy of the seed and reference to the Proverb. So triumphant 🙂
Excellent. And you made this look so very easy…..this Rondeau style suits you nicely and the lesson/quote is sensational and inspirational.
Nicely done.
Incredible concept rooted in scripture. And yes, the form fit the subject well.
I read that quote on FB, too. That was wonderful symbolism to use with Christ’s death and resurrection and the spread of His love.
Oh Wow, well done–love the victory through Him.
A perfect rondeau. It is my preference, to tweak the repeated lines, so that although going round in the dance, progress is made. Bravo.
The buried seed.. This sound like a Pentecostal theme that works so well with the Rondeau..
ha – and if you bury a seed the contrary of what you might expect happens – instead of silencing them they get only louder – and more
I really like the idea of being a sprouted seed. Wonderful metaphor.
I like how in the final stanza, you changed the repeated portion. I had never heard that quote. I quite like it!