Giving What Is Mine
Don Hynes
Giving What is Mine
At some point, no, at this point
the soul harvest must be completed;
the fruit has been picked,
each acorn and seed, each tuber
gathered and stored;
the summer was rich
but the autumn is finished.
In fact it is past winter
and spring wishes to come.
The ground must be turned anew
yet I wander through the stalks,
the withered vines and tendrils,
searching for something,
some last remainder of what was.
I awaken to a nascent feeling,
as if to a sun I had never seen,
to a morning clear of longing,
to an earth awaiting the letting go.
A breath of air fills the turned soil,
the husks going down before the plow,
the remnants of what has been
disappearing into the dark nurture
of soil and moisture and old root.
The seeds are in my hand –
I’ve carried them with me unawares;
softly I step in the newly opened earth
and marking the place for what will be
I give what is mine to the future,
joyful for what is holy and new
and will come alive only in this moment.
Don Hynes
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