The Seed, Flower & Concrete
By:
Eric Gajewski
From the work, "Fortress of the Soul"
O’ Plant Thy Seed of Divinity
within me never more to long for anything.
For I need this Seed in order to become Thy flower. I need Thy Light and Water to help me grow. But here I am way below hiddenst away from
men’s eyes. Away from the world buried
deep in the dirt. I see only cracks up
above in the concrete for in the beginning of this path to perfection it is
hard to see. These little cracks in the
dense "hardness of self" up above provide just enough Light and Water for my soul
to carry onward. Upward is my goal
hidden away. It is only by Thy design
which dictates just how much Light and Water my soul shall acquire and with
each generous offering my heart longs for more.
It longs for more of Thee and to be in Thy Presence always up there on
the surface under the direct Light from the Son and under the Cloud by Day
which offers me Thy Water. I must
through thy grace heroically ascend and push through this dirt which keeps the
majority of souls away from Thee. O’ how few ever arrive up on the surface of
the street wherest Thou art. I must push
through via thy grace against the weight of nature in anguish but trusting in
Thee always. For every Seed has the
potential of becoming a Flower strong enough to embrace the direct Light and
Water up on the surface but too many are afraid of advancing. The hard concrete of self keeps only few
cracks in these weak souls and yet they prefer the dirt instead of being in Thy
Direct Presence.
“ Love’s Street”
O’ tiny Seed
Wouldst thou seek to be complete?
For in this path to perfection
Against thee, the self shalst
compete
In this upward path there is much
struggle and toil
Pushing onward throughst nature’s
soil
On your way to the new you up above
In this fight of the soul there is
much need of Light
A path only for the heroic and not
the weak
For in thy way stands the dirt of
nature
And also the hardness of self seen
in the concrete
For the self must crack in this
harsh night below
Growing in grace illuminated over
time
Until Thy Light is the only thing
this Flower beholds
Yea, the tide of tribulation has now
rescinded
Two hearts become One and on the
surface meet
Gazing and resting I am now
On top and in control of this self and on Love’s
street
