The Surviving Seeds

The ruthless wild wind blows
across the ploughland,
frigid and insensitive
moves on to batter in spiral gusts,
foreboding dreary overtones…
Protrudes to mounts and valleys,
bending palm trees,
plucking weak shrubs,
dispersing seeds to life and death.

We are the lasting seeds
of the Sower,
escaped and unharmed,
tossed and shaken,
shaped and hewed,
sprouting to eternity!




‘Now to Abraham and his seed were the promises made. He saith not, And to seeds, as of many; but as of one, And to thy seed, which is Christ.’   — GALATIANS 3:16