Seeds fall,

Raindrops tumble down gently,

Providing much needed sustenance.

Storm clouds approach, blown in by…winds of self!

Causing confusion, disorder…

Then…Rains pour down unmercifully.

Storms of uncertainty,

Floods of anguish,

Despair hidden in darkness.

Then…little by little…

The Son’s Light shines through.

The clouds dissipate,

The sky warms, the mire dries.

All is quiet, peaceful, calm…

Gradually, small tender shoots peak through,

Reaching up to the Son,

Nurtured by the Word,

Enriched by the Light,

Evolving and learning through trials,

Blooming into beautiful creations,

Growing towards the future.

Seeds fall…

By Marsha Hood