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
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