The Once-Seed


Falling, falling, falling,
Not knowing from whence it came,
Tumbling on the soft, dry ground,
Lonely and fearful.
Fearing, fearing, fearing
The bumbling boots on the nearby path,
The swooping wings of hungry birds,
The towering thorn-bushes on the other side,
The sly impermeable rocks.
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
Not knowing what was coming.
Until it came.
Sandals softly stepping.
Hands tenderly tending.
Water - cool, gentle, life-giving water -
Falling, falling, falling.
Then
No more falling,
No more fearing,
No more waiting.
Roots reaching, leaves lifting.
Suddenly the once-seed saw.
It saw its Maker and its Savior.
It saw that it was not alone.

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