Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.

The Hour, and the Clime —
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!

1 Comment

  1. Dackelmommy says:

    Long is like the seed…the poem that truly has fit my life for many years. After brain surgery, a husband of 20 years leaving me for someone else, and a dear high school friend asking me to marry him, I can now say that I now see the sun.

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