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Planted Seed

In captive terra firma blind, Blossoming hopes not divined Maker's implanted design, Awaiting the elements to mine To dark, seamless crevice assigned, With burrowing predator aligned No airy expanse in which to unwind, To ventilated pocket resigned No preening hand to mind; In brackish granules twined No spade, hoe utility to grind, In earth's, dark womb enshrined Nor sun's rays green pigments bind; Incubating warmth in silted brine Only providential, succoring lifeline, Until new seedling bursts its rind

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Date: 2/23/2013 11:45:00 PM
The wonder of a seed planted and how it grows as God designed..equipped with all its needs..waiting for its time! Amazing! This could be interpreted also as any "thought", good or bad.. Enjoyed immensely. Always, Annalise
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