Seed that had to die to live
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A seed falling unto the soil,
Would soon learn its own tirelessly
Effort to wiggle into its foundation.
For, it was tossed to and fro
By the mighty winds and rain
Until, landing into a field prepared.
For something within felt alive
A drop of water had seeped through
With a touch of warmth from the light.
As if a new breath had filled its being
The outer shell was becoming weak
Of this fight coming from within
A little arm one day, finally broke
The outer shell to begin to dig.
Which would bring a source of life
For, the outer shell had busted open.
This seed had died, that the embryo
Might live and raise unto its purpose.
As it started to rise towards the light,
Eagerly awaiting from sunrise to sunset.
Then, a snag was felt from its arm.
What, is this thorn catching on
To slow down its own effort
There would be many more to come
But a little more wisdom and understanding was given each occurrence.
That, it would come to seek and know
The true source that had been guiding.
Growing past the thony patches and thickets,
Into a full bloom of beauty
To become what its purpose
In this life was sown for.
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2025
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