Seeds Poem by Cheryl Lavender

In the planting of His purpose
there comes a seed of Holy Truth
when given to His children
kindles His providential harvest.

And in the nurture of the progeny,
underneath the well-tilled ground
is born a rightly cast vision
of the saint and yet, the child.

So, as often we are purposed,
in a place with naught to see,
our soul is left to wonder
what becomes of the solitary seed.

But in God’s determined portrait
underneath the warming sun,
the seed becomes the flower
girdled in the mercy of the Son.

Content to be in this place,
the holy calling of His grace,
though pallid be the framework,
He has embraced us into this.

Though we may not know the moment,
we are assured of what will come,
when the seed of Truth is planted
and given over to His love.

Copyright © 1998 by Cheryl A. Lavender