A place of darkness
Grief is embodied in a cocoon that grief itself grows to become.
But as does a seed break to reveal a surging sprout of life, ‘less it will be to perish, then so our grief will escape the cocoon in a liberating burst of faith, ‘less
we will be to perish.
And then realize that a mighty oak would be never to exist ‘less its seed
accepted the fate and the pain of its ordeal, in a place of darkness, beneath the skin of the earth.