Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Tiny Seed - for Don

From a tiny seed, a spark of life appeared quite magically
Would it reach fruition, or would its life end tragically
The tiny seed began to grow, he sprouted and grew taller
But when he looked around himself, somehow he was still smaller
He stretched himself and tried to plant his roots in somewhere stable
Try as he might, without support he found he wasn’t able
He floundered and he shook and despite all this still grew
‘Cuz time will pass and we all grow no matter what we do
He wished and hoped for tenderness, the potter’s hand to know
But all alone he felt his heart sinking ever so low
With just enough of nourishment to keep him from sure death
But not enough to flourish, to enjoy this time on earth
He looked around and saw some others, beautiful and full
Their growth, their lives, were more than his, it wasn’t fair to know
Their potters seemed aware of them and treated them with care
His potter’s love was absent, it seemed no one was there
The anger and the fear in him slowly began to root
And twined itself around him and became his very thought
He turned inside himself and wondered why, was he not worthy
He searched and dug down deep, to try and find his inner beauty
The potter seemed so busy, many important tasks performed
So he knew he didn’t matter much, and simply could not conform
He fought against so many things, he tried to find his place
The others marched in line, he didn’t want to keep the pace
All alone and all along, he searched for truth and light
What was it that eluded him, what good were wrong and right
When right felt wrong, was wrong then right, he tried to find the way
The potter was a hypocrite, his heart was hardened clay
But what he had forgotten is there always was another
One who had made, created him and one that was his brother
The care they took to place him here, was evident, though hidden
They placed some others ‘round him, who both loved and needed him
These others looked to him for care as well, and now he knew
He knew his worth, he knew of love, he knew of what was true
He blossomed and he took the time to fill their pots with water
And when they looked into his heart, they knew he was their brother
Together they will grow, so that their roots will take strong hold
The love and care they freely share will reach to heights untold
The potter grew so old and feeble, they soon forgot that he existed
Replaced by the creator, now their minds and hearts were gently lifted
And so he will become the strong, tall plant he was, he always knew
That he is loved and has potential, the truth is clear, that we all do
-Liz
2/14/12

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