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Sunday, March 10, 2013

What Lies Beneath...





What lies beneath, not what is seen
Conceives the branch's fruits
Beneath the snow the grass is green
The tree thrives from its roots

What lies beneath and not the skin
Defines, designs the whole
For who we are begins within
Where thought and God control

What lies beneath, the bud employs
Its bloom of vernal wreath
Is but the aftermath of joys
In travail borne beneath

What lies beneath may seem quite veiled
But Time its truth imparts
The fruit we bear is but the yield  
Of gardens in the heart

© Janet Martin




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