Seeds

 

Leveling, Raking.

Removing stones.

The job seems endless,

My spirit groans.

More raking.  Tilling.

How long will it take?

It seems like forever,

Am I making a mistake?

The seed is so tiny;

How can it be

That it’ll make a difference

With someone like me?

Waiting.  Watering.

No time to spare.

I can’t stop watching.

Look away . . . do I dare?

My spirit is tired;

My patience is thin.

I want results;

Let the growing begin.

Faith finally sprouts.

I take great care.

It swells in my heart;

I must keep it there.

A difficult process,

Though my choice to begin;

It leads to great change

Of the person within.

 

Author's Comments: Several years ago, for the first time in our married life, we moved into a house with no yard. Everyone else living in our windy little desert development at the time, chose to lay sod instead of planting seed; but we were determined to save money and chose the seed route instead. It was fall and preparing the ground for planting took a lot more time and patience than we had anticipated, but we persevered with the endless tilling and raking until it was just right. Finally, with the seed planted, the process of watering and watching began and we waited with great hope and eagerness for the first little green shoots to show themselves. All too soon, winter came and snow quickly covered our sparsely covered lawn; we could only hope that it survived with a good chance of thriving in the spring. Imagine our joy when we discovered our sparsely covered lawn had become thick and lush and green…truly the most beautiful sight we had ever seen. Our perseverance had paid off and we were blessed with an object lesson in faith and testimony.