Seed in the desert

Battered and bruised

scattered and spruced

by the mace of heat,

I am wandering

mirage to mirage

desert after desert

finding no embrace of shade.

A craned neck

and strained eyes

show me nothing

except

dreary and desolate desert.

But the hand hinged to curiosity

found me something -

a seed

in the heart-side pocket of my shirt.

Eyes looked at it in despair and gurgled

"Just a seed."

Eyes held it in wonder and cooed

"A potential.... of life."

"It's a desert, you dunce,

your seed won't sprout

deploy some logic and sense.

Home to barrenness, a desert is.

Devoid of life, lifeless, a desert is."

So crossed the train of thought through my mind.

"In the darkness of desert,

this seed is light.

In the deathliness of desert,

this seed is life."

So I cried from the plane of hope

and sowed the seed.

Ceasing my wandering

I wait,

sitting beside the sowed seed,

for a miracle -

a miracle of light

a miracle of life

a miracle of tree.

And if someone ask me

"Do you believe in miracles?"

I will say

"I have faith that they happen."