God?

    The ravens are hungry, they
    eat seeds that fall along the
    wayside and carry those poor
    souls to their after life on
jet black     wings--they never rest..

  In the dust of the mesas
  young seeds germinate with haste--
  their foliage shows green, with red
  flowers, three days strong, as if
  to say, "I live!"--then wither..

   Among the sweet, beautiful,
   and desolate--others grow.
    Brambles, briars, and cactus
    are so appealing at times;
    their flavor unmasked by thorns..

	Some fall on fertile earth.  They
	take root, open their leaves and
	grow.  In these, a little will
	produce more.  So much more!  They
	raise their arms to heaven.  Praise!

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