With my life

What man will not seek God here
Beneath this hard, unturned soil
And dig relentlessly for the richness
Of its fertility

Subdue the earth in wide survey
Having planted the seed that roots
In cooperation and friendship
Bonded from its birth
Through the course of its maturation

Like a father with a child
Wrestling out the flower of inner strength
Whispering forth the fruit
That he might be proud
Satisfied with his accomplishment
Of mutual respect

That which supports me
Is my only necessary evidence
I will love it
With my life