POEM: A Seed
Stephen Feely
“left in the package,
starved of the
chance to be
kissed by
fire, water, earth and air
will dry up and die.
Plant yourself boldly
in the
fertility of your
soul’s calling
and make
passionate love with life.
This is not
a
dress rehearsal.
This is you.”
by Stephen M. Feely,
Oct 30, 2013 9:46 pm all rights reserved