Then look, closely: don’t look
away. The hour has come
for me to fall like wheat,
to die, to lie in the earth.
The time is here for planting,
for waiting, for waiting, for not
knowing why or how or when.
You wish to see, you wish to be
with me, then let go of this life
you know, let go, to go
with me into the dark unknowing,
for such growing into the heart
of Life itself, the heart of Love:
your God demands you open wide.