Seeds

Seeds
Gloria Attoun
3:35
I wish I could feed the world, but I don’t own enough land
I wish I could heal the sick and needy but I only have my two hands.
I wish I knew all the answers, but I don’t know what to say
And my brain can’t even remember what I just said yesterday

So I sit on my porch and bite into an apple & I eat it right down to the core
And I wonder why there’s nothing left --why there isn’t just a little bit more
I moan and whine and cry and complain about what this whole world needs
I look down at my hands and see what’s left of the apple are the little brown seeds.

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And I know it’ll all be coming round again
It’s just a little question of how, where and when
There’ll be enough goodness and answers to all the questions until then
We’ll do it better when
It all comes around again.

When I begin to lose parts of me, my hands, my ears, my voice
When I have no plan to take a stand, or the where-with-all to make a choice
When I feel my skin is worn down thin I’m losing all I think I need
I’m almost gone, but I look inside and I feel a little hint of a seed

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And I know it’ll all be coming round again
It’s just a little question of how, where and when
And I’ll be there, somewhere in the dust or wind
We’ll do it better when
It all come round again.