Mud of a Man

Airborne blossoms
simulate snow,
a blushed blizzard
of parachuting pear petals
touches down on up turned
ground, a new garden.

Seeds captive in a sack
await almanac
for thumb deep immersion
in sanctified soil,
new life in three days rain...
a bud added to the body
of earth to catch sunbeams
and make them fruit.

Unless a saint dies in harvest
saints can't spring up.
The Savior taught that from a tree.
Scorned, thorned, born
for this, to breathe His life
into the mud of a man.
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