Poem: “I am the Seed…”

I am the Seed…

I am the seed that fell among the stones,
Heedless sowers, yet a stem I grew,
A twig, a leaf, and then stood up alone –
Child of wastelands, growing I was new

I was a seed among the brambles bruised,
A tangled shade laced-up above my head,
What lived beneath was hungry so it chewed,
The seed, the stem, the twig became its bread

Or then the seed that’s planted on the path
Where passed the file of travelers of woe,
They are the weary messengers of wrath,
Beneath them all no flourishing would grow

Who will tell such parables of me
Who was at once the seed, the stem, the tree?

July 10, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."