Golden Mean

Golden Mean

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verse that you know.

The plough turns over
the furrows of soil.

What was hidden
curls over into view.

Risen is the fertile soil
from burial in the darkness.

The tendrils of the vine
spiral in growth.

The grapes propagate
in number accordingly.

The roses next door
flourish petal around petal.

The honeybees taste their pollen
and return to the comb.

The lover’s breath commended for the beloved
as He lays His life down.

This is the only
verse that you know.