The only pain to love

24 May 2011

daretospeak
(c) Troy Jones 2008
As a  seed,
I break out and become
A tiny branch, strong and young.
Thus I  grow,
Though I know not what's to come!
As a branch,
I press on,  reaching tall
And what's more, I feel for love.
To and fro,
My branches  grow where I want!
As a bush,
I am wild no one comes
Un-descipled,  I come undone.
So I go,
All alone with no harvest of my own!
As a  curse,
I cry out, In a plea
Some one help me make more seeds.
Let me  grow,
These hidden blessings in me!
Snip on the sin,
That  entangles, strip me bare
Shake my death, clip me clean.
Let me  show,
Budding branches scented sweet!
As a tree,
I can give and  become
A source of life, to everyone.
Now I know,
That pruning is the  only pain to love!

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I'm here to learn how to love and to learn how to be loved. -Troy Jones on the meaning of life.

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