A Seed Planted

Underneath the hardened dirt
Where eye can’t see or comprehend
Lies a little seed of hope
Waiting patiently to grow, be seen

This seed has been planted
Through much prayer and trial
This seed of promised healing
Hope for wellness, strength and life

Slowly, ever so slowly
Things begin to change
Newness of life springs forth
But still it is unseen

Unseen by one’s family, unseen by one’s friends
But the one in which it is planted
Knows that something is changing
Even though it is still deep, not found

The substance that surrounds it
Holds it dearly in place
And one day it will surface
And praises will be brought forth at last

But where are the praises before it is seen
Once it is planted, start praising
Encouraging, comforting, supporting

And showers of rain
The heat from sun-rays
All-in-all in surrounding substance
Will bring forth that healing
Until that healing is complete

The strength of a mighty oak
Oh, hardly seen; but still finely finished
A little crimson flower
A delight to all who see

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth