Maryam L. Kobbe
An infantile seed, carried by the wind,
whirls around until reaching its final goal.
Its roots extend and then take firm hold,
embedded deeply within the nourishing soil.
Hence springs forth, for all eyes to behold,
the glorious vision of a grand sycamore.
Indeed is the Plan, the best of Designs,
Decreed by the Wisdom of our Mighty Lord.
Each creation carries its own seed within,
following along a similar course.
A miniscule entity may be our start,
ahead of us, great things may be in store.
The outcome of our seed is yet to be seen.
That which we reap proceeds from what we sow.
Indeed is the Plan, the best of Designs,
Decreed by the Wisdom of our Great Creator.
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
The Seed Within . . .
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