Buried? Yes, but it is seed

Buried? Yes

but it is seed

From which Continents may feed;

Millions yet may bless the day

When that seed was laid away.

Buried! hidden! out of sight!

Dwelling in the deepest night;

Losing

underneath the sod

Everything

except its God.

Buried

unremember’d

lost

So thinks man: but all the cost

God has counted to display

Life abundant one glad day.

Art thou buried? God’s pure seed

Doth thy heart in silence bleed?

Change thy sighing into song

Thus alone can harvests come.