Someone come dig me up; resuscitate my hope My inner child has died; his loved one had to go I choke on a promise as the memory starts to fade Footfalls of my Sower fading far above this grave Tiller-torn and soil-kissed Lifeless as a little seed What it was ain't what it is But what it is ain't what will be Last night the steps returned; my heart burned with relief But lo, the water came to drown my last belief I could have called Him cruel, but called to mind instead How nothing has ever bloomed that hasn't first been dead Vineyards from former tombs to shame the garden bed Topsoil and to the stars Meekness of a redwood tree What I was ain't what I am But what I am ain't what I'll be