From a dying acorn,
a forest.
In thinking about that acorn this more traditional seventeen sylable form:
Today an acorn
fell, carrying life sent from
the beginning oak.
A few more thoughts:
Which do I see?
He said:
"Except a seed dies it remains alone.
In losing your life is eternity."
But why do I tremble at losing my life
What misery awaits me, what pain of death?
I only see a dying seed.
In dying the seed gives birth to it's purpose
of being a tree and producing fruit.
Why shudder to die to self
and allow the dynamic,
fruitful, eternal life of God
to be expressed through me
and become the tree I was meant to be.
In case you're wondering what is in the photo~~it's a sprouting apple seed.
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