Spark's Seeds

Soaring high above the sky,

Saving Dove carrying breath in his wings,

Sparks flying off his feathers going by,

Seeds as inspiration he brings.

Dropping seeds as sunlight beams,

Delivered unique to each reasoning creature,

Designed, though intention unseen,

Devised to bring miracles and new feature.

Plentiful seeds have come to me,

 Pasting down from the fire dove,

Purpose came with each seed,

Producing fruit as ordered above.

Sprout they do,

Same way though not,

Stories wish for me to tell you,

Silence, does it however, calls for knots?

Blooming they come,

Book’s pages from they sometimes spring,

 Beckoning prompts petals for those mouth dumb,

Beautiful music makes the seeds ring.

Weeping faces brighten at the blooms,

Worthy causes acknowledge crushing boot,

Weeds to find wildflowers pruned,

Wisdom’s wings strengthen every true sprout.

Seeds finally full bloom flowers,

Sparks bursting into leaping flame,

Souls stirred from petal showers,

Spirits touched never the same.

Received and grown the sparked seeds,

Returning blooms now to the dove made of fire,

Resting in his flaming beak realized dreams,

Rattling down new seeds to inspire.