The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed planted in a field."
--Matthew 13:31 (The Book)
That little mustard seed cries out.
Curled up into a ball, it pines,
Wearing its pain like a crown of nails:
Harsh words, fragments--
"something must be done!"
Nothing could be done, then.
And now? It lingers and plans,
That mustard seed,
Buried among the ruins, that sacred castle
--waiting for the light.
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