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The Mustard Seed

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The mustard seed a wild mustard seed took flight carried aloft in gathering light over thistle'd sage and poppies in countless colorful copies as brash rain showers subside the retreat of angry clouds abide scolded by the Northern wind in search of infinity's final end once barren hills, now painted gold snow geese forage with fledgling fold amid the flutter of swallowtail's wings from soil sprouted seedling life brings 'til once more mustard's children are blown from heaven's heights the earth is sown ~~~Dedicated to my Uncle Joe~~~

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Edward Wraith

Date: 4/6/2024 8:30:00 AM

A beautifully crafted ode, tenderly honoring a man held dear to your heart. May his soul find solace in the eternal embrace. “Like the mustard seed, our future generations are borne aloft upon the capricious winds of fate, destined for lands unknown, yet brimming with potential and promise.” -Edward

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 11/19/2023 7:19:00 AM

A poem of nature with notes of future hope, I found this composition beautiful.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/26/2023 11:33:00 PM

Thank you Hilda, for this tribute to my uncle, a loving father, and wonderful man. -Richard

Clifford Villalon

Date: 3/25/2023 4:44:00 PM

Very nice poem you have here... and a warm dedication to your Uncle Joe. You are a very loving nephew! This is just one beautiful and inspiring poem of yours out of the many you've already written. I like piano too. I thought of a voice over above your poem... Thanks again for your visit sometime ago. I'm honored for your precious time, Sir Richard! My pleasure of reading your other poems. :) Cliff

Quoth Theraven
Date: 4/30/2023 12:01:00 AM

Clifford, Thank you for the warmth, it's I that am honored to be sure. -Richard

Beata Agustin

Date: 10/21/2020 8:37:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this faith-bracing muse of yours with the spirit-uplifting music that accompanies it. God bless you.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 11/11/2020 8:28:00 PM

Beata, Thank you so much. I liked your poem 'Hear Me Say These Again'. Very nice sentiment for your wonderous family. Blessings for the season. -Richard

Panagiota Romios

Date: 9/22/2020 1:59:00 PM

Beautifully penned! Such a fine poet! I have a mustard seed enclosed in a necklace. Having that much faith can move mountains. Pangie xx

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/24/2020 9:26:00 PM

Panagiota, Thank you that is the way of it. The seeds will go where they're needed. -Richard

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 9/6/2020 9:15:00 PM

G'day Richard ... like many humans, the humble mustard seed travels and begins another generation. Nice verse indeed Richard - Lindsay

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/19/2020 4:07:00 PM

Hello Lindsay, Thanks for the comment. Hope your week-end is tolerable. The tiny mustard seed, mentioned several times in the Bible. But I still don't know why I picked it. Jesus said, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20

M. L. Kiser

Date: 9/5/2020 8:53:00 AM

Quite beautifully penned with super imagery.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/5/2020 11:29:00 PM

Thanks, I was thinking the same of your poem 'Burning Flame Of Life'. Truly wonderful ending., 'Flames burn dim or bright; many deny, their own bright light'. -Richard

Quoth Theraven

Date: 9/3/2020 9:25:00 PM

Laura, The thanks should belong to me for the kindness. BTW, Petrarch sends his regards. He, like I love the name. Though I of heretical heart cannot understand why I've missed your wonderful writing. Such as 'Last Climb' and 'Stuff is Not Much'. I decided to have a change of heart. -Richard

Laura Leiser

Date: 9/2/2020 7:59:00 PM

I was blown away by not only your poetic words, but the piano music that sent your words soaring into an inspirational stratosphere! Wow, what a treat, and your picture is beautiful, as well. An instant Fave from me, Richard..thank you! :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/23/2020 9:26:00 PM

Laura, Laura, feminized form of laurus, Latin for "bay laurel plant", Greco-Roman era symbol of victory, honor or fame. I've wondered why I always liked the name. Thank you for that comment Laura. -Richard -Richard

Vijay Pandit

Date: 9/2/2020 2:45:00 PM

Very scenic--from seeds to beauty--well done, Richard.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/3/2020 9:11:00 PM

Vijay, I thank you sir, from loquacious to solemn reverie. -Richard

Pashang Salehi

Date: 8/31/2020 1:48:00 PM

Very nice my dear... I wrote something similar sometime ago is called Samara...

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 8/29/2020 1:36:00 AM

All seeds are blown by the wind or carried by migrant bird. Whatever the case, yes they do eventually have to settle and your mustard seeds settled and gave you inspiration to write this poem. Awesome couplets, a fave for me., as for your pic. loved it. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/3/2020 9:06:00 PM

Jennifer, Thank you for the comment on my poem. My Uncle Joe was the inspiration, and from his memory divined. There were never two souls so meant like his and Grace. -Richard

Mark Koplin

Date: 8/25/2020 6:08:00 AM

You described right where I live. The wild mustard and the geese, very beautiful imagery. Great poem!

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/25/2020 8:01:00 AM

Thank you Mark, you truly live in a small patch of paradise. A neighbor to the earth. -Richard

Panagiota Romios

Date: 8/24/2020 9:52:00 AM

I am breathless after reading these totally divine couplets... Truly moving. Panagiota xx

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/25/2020 7:59:00 AM

Panagiota, Thank you dropping by and for leaving such a nice comment. Technically no such thing as a 'fold' of swallowtails. So..let there exist a flurry of Highland cattle in an alternate universe. -Richard

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 8/23/2020 8:30:00 PM

You've described one of the miracles of nature quite beautifully, Richard. Your photograph and music are also exquisite. Thank you for sharing. :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/25/2020 7:52:00 AM

Evelyn, Thank you for your comment that mentioned miracles. I still believe in them. -Richard

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/23/2020 11:00:00 AM

Wow! I am in awe of the beauty of your words dedicated to your Uncle Joe. He must be a special soul. This is incredibly beautiful with the music that makes it feel heavenly. I am Faving this gem Richard! Blessings xxoo

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/23/2020 6:07:00 PM

Connie, Thank you, he was a special soul. 'Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them'. Apt for all left in loss. I read your words for your dear husband with sadness for the forty years. You've written so many wonderful things of him. I hope the words you wrote will always remain and remind of happier days in life. Much love to you, your daughters & in-laws, and your grand-daughters. -Richard

Krish Radhakrishna

Date: 8/23/2020 12:28:00 AM

This is a brilliant piece of work! Nature described in simple beautiful sonnet with music! 'til once more mustard's children are blown from heaven's heights the earth is sown Very well done!! Adding to my Fave

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/23/2020 5:09:00 PM

Thank you Krish. Many will say music distracts from the poem. The real intention; to distract the mind with musically worded wings. -Richard

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/22/2020 3:00:00 AM

- Your story is beautifully described, Richard :) - (A beautiful picture too) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/23/2020 4:25:00 PM

Welcomed comment from one of the Soup's favorite poets, Anne-Lise. Wonderful photo for your poem 'A Little Angel'. -Richard

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 8/21/2020 9:16:00 PM

This is an enchanting journey, so many amazing lines, like 'over thistle'd sage and poppies' and 'snow geese forage with fledging fold' - and the ending lines put a perfect bow on this beauty!

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/23/2020 4:13:00 PM

Michelle, Thank you for your 'sage' comment. And congratulations on your fine POTD 'We the People'. We need a message of unity more than ever in this beleaguered country. -Richard

Indiana Shaw

Date: 8/21/2020 7:33:00 PM

This beautiful story of the mere mustard seed really emanates from this wonderful couplet, Chris, and even more with the music, your Uncle Joe must be a very proud man to have such lovely heartfelt poem dedicated to him, as it says so much more about the journey of life itself . . . : )

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/23/2020 3:59:00 PM

Thank you for your thoughtful comment. The mustard seed and its journey are analogous to Uncle Joe, an honorable man that lived and loved, and was loved, though that life has come to an end. I didn't add a pair of dates or RIP, just couldn't put a period on his days. -Chris (wink)

Janice Canerdy

Date: 8/20/2020 9:49:00 AM

Such a lovely poem, Richard--reminds me of the Bible passage about faith and the mustard seed. Janice

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/21/2020 8:52:00 AM

Thank you for that comment. Perhaps we're guided in our fate and faith? I only know, sometimes it comes from somewhere else. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/18/2020 4:42:00 PM

where is antelope valley? I love this kind of picture!

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/18/2020 8:08:00 PM

Hello Andrea, Antelope Valley is situated between Tehachapi, Sierra Pelona, and the San Gabriel Mountains on the western tip of the Mojave Desert. -Richard

Eve Roper

Date: 8/17/2020 3:49:00 PM

Beautiful imagery, Richard, seeds spreading and taking root. Hugs Eve

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/18/2020 8:07:00 PM

Hello Eve, Thanks for stopping by. How's your base ball-playing grand-daughter? Not much fun when stands are empty I'm afraid. -Richard

Geoffrey Brewer

Date: 8/14/2020 9:22:00 PM

Striking, atmospheric images conveyed in highly effective couplet form make this a very appealing (almost) sonnet. I like it a lot, Raven.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/15/2020 9:34:00 PM

Geoffrey, Thank you for the comment. The poem..,eh,,tolerable at best. The piano music struck in keys, our world needs more of these. I pray that you listened, and hope you would agree. I could live happily with this small gesture to humanity. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/13/2020 4:48:00 PM

Lovely and the ending couplet is PERFECT! GReat picture too.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/16/2020 2:41:00 PM

Andrea, Thank you for the comment. This poem was inspired by the simple beauty of the Antelope valley and dedicating to my Uncle Joe. -Richard