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i am a sower planting seed, papyrus pamphlets cast in the wind,

along the wayside where stymied growth is perpetuated tonight;

prayer upon silent prayer, spoken in hallowed tones, quietly,

persistently as emerald shoots spring through miles of clay;

no grandiose, a seed tucked away under a bed of earth,

to which is sung a word, a lullaby, till sleeps the seed;

awakening bountiful growth, birthing it through life,

through a burden of dirt, mountain range of loam;

below to become beneath, where firmly rooted

stands a tree, bearing fruit, bearing seeds;

and the shower plucks them, plants them.