At last, from under the husk of a            
promise, the long awaited miracle.
You’ve abided long enough, the skin                    
stretched thin but now finally the sting                        
of a first meeting, sealing a
holy vow with one small pod, sealed
in your seam. And soon, your tiny
seedling will spill cold earth with green.
It’s taken awhile but in the end                                      
agony gives way to ecstasy,                    
emptiness to brimful bursting;            
chaos is tamed and silence outdone                          
with that first glorious, thunderous
ear-splitting cry from the newborn one.