A Grain of Corn

A Grain of Corn

A grain of corn
Though small and young you be
shall lie beneath
the rich dark earth to be
a formless body
buried there.

Rise from the grave
and shed that lifeless hull,
oh soul.
Bloom from the dust
of Ancient Earth
and grow
clothed in a robe of life
eternally.

Lord,
make me like a grain of corn.
Let your face shine through
the silver threads of rain
like sun,
and raise my soul again.

When in Death's silent reverie
I lie,
re-clothe my soul,
and let it never die.