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