One Small Seed

Consider the tiny blossom. Too much rain, soon after blooming, it withers and falls into obscurity. Never knowing its rightful place in God’s creation. It’s near by counter part, protected, by an umbrella of leaves, is visited by a honey bee. And strange things begin to take place. It begins to protrude and is no longer adorned with its lovely petals lying wilted on the earthen carpet. While larger and larger it grows. Soon it is larger and taller, dwarfing mother vine. A strange animal comes regularly to sprinkle and fuss over it as it spreads and grows. One can’t conceive of the transformation of one small seed ergo one small blossom in transit to the largest ever grown, one monster of a pumpkin. © Mar 19 2010 Charles Henderson