The ears to hear, unfolding ripe with grain,
emerge now from the green and tender blade.
The mustard seed, grown rich with leafy shade,
shelters those who, faithful through the pain
of want and hunger, waited for the rain
and sun in season, as seeds die unafraid,
silent in the ground where they were laid;
so abide, and truth will be made plain.
The search for wisdom, wisdom's choicest fruit,
without its final end cannot begin.
What is shall be, and vastly multipled,
as spreading branch and penetrating root
unfold now from the life unseen within
with power to reveal and power to hide.
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