What a miraculous seed it must have been!

Dropped by a bird or carried on the wind

Or just fated to grow in the waiting soil

Where nothing had before taken hold.

Rocks, clay, sand ... nothing could deter it.

Just a little moisture ... even tears would do.

Such a delicate ... even fragile stem ...

It needed only one person to find it!

At times, it seemed to wilt and struggle so.

But so determined and what roots!

It demanded, yes ... demanded to be seen!

And I saw it. And I cherished it so ... that bloom.

It responded to a little care and nourishment.

Gosh, that's all anything needs.

I speak not of a plant ... but a special person.

And the seed was planted by God.

©Connie Good -- August 21, 2001
(For my sister and forever friend, Carolynn)

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