Becoming

Jasmine Greer

 

 Everything begins as a seed,

a tiny spec of life,

Planted. Then watered--

Whether realm, womb or soil,

and eventually something comes forth,

a different form than it was before.    Plant.                          Wait.

 

What causes a seed to change?

Well the seasons of course.

Everything falls at some point, like leaves

from a flourished tree, floating freely to the ground, and

only a trunk is left  ignorantly standing,

like a seed from the womb--bare with limbs.

 

Dark grey clouds overshadow the skies, 

Icy winds blow shivering breaths,

Ice covered limbs, blades and leaves lie buried,

everything sits stiff and still, like uncertainty,

but certainly living and growing.                                         Still Waiting.

That is what truly matters.

 

Warmth melts away frozen grounds,

revealing fresh sharp green blades,

like prayer to a bitter heart,

Soon after, fresh beauty springs forth.

 

Like a new beginning.

 

Colorful pedaled heads pop up,

like a rainbow

they spread colorfully across the surface.

 Lead by showers, followed by the sun.

Like a promise- His Son.

Shining over creation, not new

But Renewed,

Transformed—

a sprout intention is always to become fully blossoming.

Just as we, seeds, are to become what He has planted us to be.

But the most essential thing is --waiting.