Mustard Seeds

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The cold wind blows. It buries
black seeds in deep
new snow.

So now is the time

for miracles!

Shedding death’s grip, seeds slip

their leathery binds, pale stems
rise to boundless
blue skies

as at last breaking through
golden leaves unfurl
and life again fills
this resurgent
world.

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