“Of Seeds And Resurrections” (Reflection On 1 Corinthians 15: 29-54)

Paul speaks his mind about life after death –
A line of thought which to dry-bones brought breath,
As life, collapsed again, again, once more,
And dreams got dashed, like glassware on the floor.

For such is life for most of us it seems –
As we grow up, abandon early dreams.
Or have them dashed by what’s beyond control,
Or “sinister forces” which we come to know.

The farmer’s ways of seedtime’s “death to seed”
Is part of it, which speaks of human need
To let things die – the best grain in the land –
That it must die to multi-fold expand.

That lesson’s tough, first time we play that out;
Photography for me – left little doubt
That such a life exceeds the old by far;
But tough it is ’fore crop is binned, by Gar!

But Paul builds on this concept in his way –
Not just ’bout life, post-death, some future day,
But now, in fact – analogy he used
Speaks of today, and “things we sometimes lose”.

For what he says, I’d not quite seen before –
In “butterflies from chrysalis”, there’s more –
Parts broken down (organic chemistry)
Or bits and bytes – “atomic parts” I see –

Are what are used to re-configure life;
Not after death, but here, where day and night
Just cycle round with seasons of decay –
Life resurrects like butterflies whose ways –

Have now been seen (with electronic toys) –
It all breaks down to “sub-atomics” – poised
To be re-shaped like type in printer’s case –
New words emerge when letters are re-placed.

Some think “that’s resurrection after death”.
But Paul says no – that’s “spirit-parts”; so let’s
Re-focus on our lives on earth, and learn,
How sub-atomic parts can help us earn –

Our living here as world up-ended is –
And AI sweeps away old forms of biz –
Life’s broken down to sub-atomic parts;
And dreams, are crushed, entwined with broken hearts.

For even “parts”, in car-shops where we go
To get our vehicles repaired, we seem to know
Cannot be used, once AI sweeps our land;
“Parts” are two big – so we don’t understand –

How life can move from grub to butterfly –
We think that all that’s left is “time to die”;
But no! There’s ways within each chrysalis –
From sub-atomic bits – emerges bliss!

A force of life drives on within the mix –
Just like with fonts, new novels soon exist;
Like seeds in ground, or grub in chrysalis,
Life takes new forms – from old, new life consists.

Thanks Holy Spirit for this.

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