Dark

The earthy soul is fragrant

  dug into and disturbed

Yielding its treasures of life

  a skink at the edge of the box

Released from its hiding place

  a rich and abundant form

Life that is to come out of this

  digging, distributing, silting demolition

The promise is there as we dig into

  dark abundance, rich with help

It would never come if it was 

  left still and undisturbed

Not digging out the deepest weed

  roots left to choke and take over

We know we have to go through

  the pain of it, kneeling in the

Wet ground left from tears

  but we would rather stay clean 

Above it all, yet it beckons us

  the dark is always rich 

With the undiscovered life

  until we kneel and begin