She planted food for all the thinking world:
Her words are seeds imbued with growing power;
Their fragrant blooms are mentally unfurled,
Their fruit is ripened in a thoughtful hour.
She took these seeds from words the Master spoke,
That those who have so long in hunger cried
May eat the bread that he once freely broke,
And find their longing amply satisfied.
Each quiet heart, receptive to the seed.
Becomes a field where sustenance unfolds
To give it nourishment to fit its need.
And bring to use the latent good it holds.
To those who tend the seed, and bravely wait,
The harvest is magnificently great.
