a view from under the pew: the legend of the easter seed

Gary Mitchell

amos the churchmouse:
a view from under the pew

Editor’s note: Amos is a churchmouse, who types by hopping on the computer keyboard, but he can’t operate the capital shift, and he shuns punctuation marks – except hyphens and dashes.

the legend of the easter seed

boss i don t know if you ve
ever had a conversation with
a mustard seed before
but i did the other day
it was quite enlightening
with this being the season
of easter and all

i was shopping in sara spider s
underground supermarket behind
the church kitchen wall
when i found myself in the
wild bird feed section
in fact i wasn t watching
where i was going and i fell
into the mustard seed bin

hey whatcha doing
says one little seed to me
you don t look like a
mustard seed or a
big bird either

i m not says me
i m a little churchmouse
but never mind that
what are you doing here

i m hoping for a nice tomb
in good soil and i just hope
and pray that i don t land
on hard ground or the highway
where i ll get eaten by
satan s birds of prey

you said – tombs – are you
sure you didn t mean – home

no i meant tomb says he
you sound like you haven t
heard the story of the easter seed

the easter seed says me
what s the easter seed

well a long time ago
at the beginning of it all
we seeds lived in paradise
we could sprout into any
tree tall and nice
just by willing it to be –
there was no dying no labor
no misery it was perfect
it was a life of fantasy

but what happened says me

an evil seed baron crept into
our world in the dead of night
and stole us seeds away to a
dark dank cave and there we
lay trying to sprout and get away
but conditions were so bare and poor
we just lay there on the rocky floor
there we stayed rotting away
day after day

then one day the mighty
seedmaster sent down a golden seed
on a ray of light through a tiny
crack in that cave of night

the golden seed looked just like us
it landed right in the middle of
the worst of us

the evil seed baron didn t notice him
at first