Out of the seed, out of the stalk, the leaf, the flower
This harvest, multicolored, multiform,
Falls to the lap of earth
In silent, effortless birth.
Food for the race of man, and, meshed in each fruit,
Seed for another generation
Of root and tendril and flower—
Seed for a summer bower,
Cool and redolent under a sudden shower;
Seed for the springtime ahead and the years to follow.
Life in each small, sealed, secretive parcel.
Fruit of the earth for man
Food for the flesh, and food for the mind and spirit;
Color, form, line
In a bright design
From the hand divine.
Warm be our love,
Deep be our gratitude welling
As we take from that lavishing hand
Hue, texture, flavor
For us, His children, to savor.
– Beth Merizon