The Sandalwood Tree

 

In the new moon’s darkest hour,
the seed giver pressed a seed
in the dirt, and planted it
in the darkest darkness,
of a freezing vernal earth.

With warm tears, he then soaked it,
in bitter pain, he nourished it,
in the hard earth, it swelled,
and in my soul, a longing awoke,
to make sweet, the bitterness,
of denigration and hatred,
and make hope spring from the earth,
and grow as the shoots of love,
into his sandalwood tree,
which gives its fragrance freely.

So, I brood not over today,
for hope works in my darkness,
nor worry I, for tomorrow,
for inspiration he has birthed,
and the gardener sees,
beyond the elegance,
he sees all that I can be,
and all that I have become,
that his love, makes me to be.
A strong, scented, sandalwood tree.

 

Author’s note:
A seed is planted in the darkness, germinates in darkness, but only the gardener who planted it knows what it will become.

 

 

Spillwords Submission:

In the new moon’s darkest hour,
the seed giver
pressed and planted me a seed
in the darkest darkness,
of a freezing vernal earth.
With warm tears, He soaked me
with sweet grace, He nourished me,
in the hard earth I grew in favor,
and in my soul, a longing awoke,
to make sweet, the bitterness,
of denigration and hatred,
to make hope spring from the earth,
and grow as the shoots of love,
I became his sandalwood tree,
which gives its fragrance freely.

Hence, I brood not over today,
for hope works in my darkness,
nor worry I, for tomorrow,
for inspiration he has birthed,
and the gardener sees,
beyond my outgoing aura,
he sees all that I can be,
and all that I have become,
that his love tends me to be,
a strong, fragrant, sandalwood tree.

 

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.