O memory of a painful time, are you seed or stone? A dark and deadly tomb, Or seed with life to bloom? Only if I say, “I want you,” Will I really know. O sprouting seed, are you angry At the dark and choking dirt? What grates your tender shoot And blocks your chosen route? Only if I say, “I forgive you,” Will I really know. O tender shoot, are you bargaining, Demanding sun before you grow? Or would you rather as the sun Pour warm love on everyone? Only if I say, “I forgive you first,” Will I really know. O roots, do you wander depressed Searching in drought for tears? Or do you need more sun To dry the tears that run? Only if I say, “Forgive me,” Will I really know. O golden wheat, can you [...]