Tuesday, March 12, 2019

The Seed


The yellow seed once rested in the cob of corn
Surrounded by a leathery husk
Summer gave way to Autumn leaves
Soon the seed plummeted to the ground
Death overshadowed it

The cold air breathed over it
Then rain and sun took their turns
Death gave way to life

And the small seed sprouted
Over time the plant matured
It gave birth to two cobs
And multiple seeds then festooned both of them

Our faith is like a seed
We must die to ourselves
To bring forth a harvest
Are you ready to dive into the soil
To produce multiplied fruit

Obedience to and oneness with  the Master
Is the only way

Happy harvest

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