Seeds
Seeds
The mystery...
the very miracle of seeds
eludes me completely.
I put a small,
tiny,
round,
shape into the soil.
I water the hopeful kernel,
and it sprouts a few days later.
Life comes right along.
How does that happen?
No one really answers... that question.
Scientists fumble.
Theologians guess.
But the truth resides, in the knowledge.
that God is king.
The fools in power...
have long explanations
that lead to nowhere,
and back again,
to tell you in the end,
they don't really know anything at all.
Men, and women...
White coats, teachers, and doctors
are just people, like you and me.
They all went to school to do a job.
They could do it with or without a heart,
in their chests,
as many do, by the numbers.
The truth, about life...
no one truly understands the miracle
of the moment.
It is only a fact.
The seed opens, it begins,
and the baby's heart beats.
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