Semente

In the mother who gets up at four in the morning
To feed her baby
In the act of choosing to do what is right
Even when no one sees

In the faithful who gives offerings
With an empty stomach
In the forgiveness granted
Before the offender asks

The seed is planted in the womb of the earth
It offers itself whole, and does not die in vain
For its existence culminates in its end
In the surrender that generates the flower of the garden

In the father who fulfills his promises
Made to his children before leaving
In the human who gives up profit
And thinks of others instead of themselves

In the moment the child
Repents and returns home
In the embrace that turns
Resentment into peace