An Opening Seed Once Again

Your soul is a double-edged sword It wields a protective circle around your heart Your heart is a chalice-of pain and love It hungers to be, opened, its contents emptied It hungers to be saved, remoulded from its clay It longs to be an opening seed To make a long journey over the sea To flower all the colours of a rainbow Stretching, from one end of eternity to another Like a lost child looking for a missing father Or a father the return of the prodigal son Or for some long-lost brother Your heart is a chalice you see It cradles a world a universe Your soul is a double-edged sword It wields a protective circle around your heart And as you say, it's been promised to me? It cuts down the pastures that lie in wait To be devoured like a slow fuse burning Your heart is a chalice-of pain and love It hungers to be, opened, its contents emptied. It hungers-to-be-saved, remoulded from its clay. It longs to be an opening seed once again.