A choice is here, in the making:
The gentle persuasion of life.
Last year’s grass has been burned off
And seed builds in the ruins
Rooting in the ash of last year’s grass
To send up for the light.
A Gentle Persuader is walking me home.
I ramble around him by the water’s edge
Watching its ripples spread the golden trees over the silky water surface
He found me, where I languished
And led me to sunlight and sweet grass
When I fled, he was my retreat
When I was lost, he became a wilderness path
He is light in my darkness
The rain penetrating my husk
Like a seed that roots in ruin and follows the sun
I will follow him.
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