Rain

A storm scrubbed earth's face
and left the promise of fruit
shining in the sun

May heaven's rain
wash my soul of dust
and let the Son shine through.

Seedy life

Modern haiku ignores the seventeen sylables and expresses itself in as few words as possible. Hence this:
      
      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:

A dying seed or a sprout?
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.