There was a crack.
In that crack laid a seed.
The seed was left behind
By a sudden gush of wind.
Frozen in its state,
Abandoned to the elements.
For it had been for some time,
The seed was asleep
In its state of existence.
One morning the seed woke up
In a drunken stupor.
It went silent and sullen.
The seed was hurt
Beyond recognition.
"Who am I?"
"How did I end up here?"
Unwilling to seek help
The seed just laid there
Refusing to dream.
Silently the drops fell
From the heavens.
Like silvery tears,
The One who knows
Has heard its cries.
Perhaps it took a long while,
For the seed to understand
Its purpose in this world.
For the One who heals
Has begun its transformation.
On a fine day,
The seed felt different.
It woke up to discover
The One who creates
Had changed its state.
It had grown overnight!
Pushing through the ground,
The seed has gotten out
From its comfortable crack
To the ground above.
Much to its astonishment,
There was no more fear.
The seed could stretch
With its newfound confidence,
Branching out in its glory.
Then the One who loves
Brought the morning light.
The seed felt protected
As the warm rays
Gave it abundant nourishment.
Then the One who breathes
Spoke for the first time,
"Little seed... You have done well!"
"For without your brokenness
There was nothing I can do!".
Then the seed remembered
How it got there,
What broke its spirit.
Seeing its transformation,
It understood the greater plan!
By momoko69
31.7.2012
This is written for you who won't do much now. I am believing that one day, you will be like this seed, allowing your old self to be transformed by the One who knows, heals, creates, loves and breathes. I know He will do it if you let Him! Choose to live, my dearest friend!
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