The Planted Life

Blessed Seed

Blood had dripped
Nails were pinned
And a thorn crown
That had been twisted.
It was never the end
Yet it just began,
O precious price
A life for our sins.
Legs not far,
But
Hands reached out,
Dome
Of a "Man"- Thy placed
The crown.
Ropes secure and tied
Strokes lifted he
High
In the foreign hole
A new Plant lie.
Time passed by
No peek no eye
For
Thy Plant
Was left to "Die".
Buried in a tomb
Yet
Far too soon
For
3 after noons
And the
Righteous Bloomed.