A Seed


I was a seed
searching for a place to root.

Carried by turbulent winds
to desolate soil
I could have withered and dried.

Transported by flighty fowl
of feelings
to distant shores,

I may have drowned
in oceans of emotions.

But I was found
by the loving hand
of a gardener
who buried me
in the dark, rich soil
of his love.

There I died.

There I was reborn
to be
all I was meant to be.

©1993 Sharron R. McMillan

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6 Responses to A Seed

  1. hernibs says:

    Thanks. 😉


  2. hernibs says:

    Thank you! 😉


  3. Anonymous says:

    That is beautiful! Such great visual images!


  4. Anonymous says:

    That is beautiful, Sharron.


  5. hernibs says:

    In the patch where we are. . .


  6. lovealways7 says:

    Yes, seeds of greatness, planted by the rivers of living water, to grow and Be.Thank you for your inspiration ❤️



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