Jerry Garcia

The Seed

the four-fingered Hand has sewn
the seeds have grown
to become one

To share all that is,
and all that might have been

they are happy to be and reach to the sky in rejoice
they bloom their flowers so that many can see
their celebration

the seasons pass, summer peaks
golden grass, the river weeps
And all the while, tears are cried
they fall to Earth, the dream has died

And in their fall, a seed awaits
to come anew in its watering wake
to once again, bloom together
to reach the sky, to love each other

For in the arms of Heavens Gate
the Hand that touched our lives will wait
And watch with love, all his children
'til the day we all come home.

by Jeff Corey

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