Be the seed with feather crown,
be the bead bristling with legacy for life.
Lift your gift, go seeking, sifting down
into this seam in concrete wet, forsaken,
yearning for a root thread you send fingering,
lingering, loving ever deeper into dense dark.

Be the seed.
Be the shred of living.
Be the shred of living light
bedded in the broken world.

Be not afraid,
no matter how small
your poor power
against the powers that be—
no worry, no fear.

Be the seed where you are
for the long game, the strong change
by the many and the small.

All of us in our circle wider than division,
flowing, growing, greening, reaching,
waking, winding, rooting,
singing, bringing
with feathered crown the seed.