Remember the seeds you once held in your hand,
Small, smooth or rough, speckled or plain,
Dry bits of insignificance,
But full of potential; fascinating
Remember the work, the time you invested,
Preparing, planting, tending, weeding,
seeing the miracle of seed to seedling,
From plant to produce, spring to autumn,
Harvest is near.
Consider yourself, your potential for growing,
Challenge comes to make you stronger;
God brings you through the storm,
Anticipate, receive His blessing;
Harvest is nearly here.
✍ Elaine Hardt ©2006