There was a seed
so small that I just
brushed it off my fingers
and hoped it would alight.
Then there was a sprout -
two tiny leaves
and a slender stalk
…so fragile.
Planted in the earth,
watered (abundantly),
drinking sun and soil -
gardener's alchemy
And now! These ripening orbs -
pomme d'amour indeed.
Ancient miracle of
seed, water, earth, sun…
My love walks
hand in hand with God
to bring to me
the desire of my heart.
nice.
ReplyDeleteA journey from seed to fruit. Nicely told.
ReplyDeletewhat a divine magpie!
ReplyDeletevegetables from little seeds! Always a miracle to me!
ReplyDeleteDear The Bug,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thank you!
Ann T.
Thanks for sharing your lovely words once again. You chose my confirmation verse as inspiration!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful tale of seed to fruit!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy seeing the Magpie results around the 'net, and this was a particularly nice one, Bug.
ReplyDeleteI was also catching up on your other posts, and seeing the photographs. This poem is particularly fitting with the pictures of the cemeteries. I've always liked cemeteries, they never give me the creeps, they just feel peaceful.
All of life's cares and worries done, but that graveyard is different, as are others like the National Cemetery. Those are about the promise of life arrested.
Again, it fit with this poem.
ah, that last line brings it home nicely....nice magpie...
ReplyDeletethis one really connected for me
ReplyDeleteGood thing it fell on fertile ground
lovely lovely
Everything already in the seed! A lovely Magpie.
ReplyDeleteI loved your biblical approach to this one, Bug! By their fruit you will know them!
ReplyDeleteLovely...everything starts as a dot, doesn't it....amazing!
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